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(Sasha's POV)
My nerves came rushing back as soon as I shut my front door. Maybe I should have let LeRoy come in with me but I knew that I had to do this myself. I need to show my father that I'm not giving in anymore. knew I had to face my Father. He barely gave me any details of what I'm about to take over.
Announcing that I'm the CEO of Nayyar's Trading without telling me was the first strike, even after knowing that I wanted to pursue teaching, but now after knowing what our family runs as, teaching doesn't seem like a safe haven. I grew up with guns and multiple martial lessons, yet I didn't know my Father or should I say my lineage was regarded with the mafia world.
"Acha?" I called out for him in the living room. No reply, I wonder where my Father would be. It was early in the morning, he would usually be in the living room getting updated with the news or in the kitchen demanding for his choice of breakfast.
"What the heck is this?! I asked for dosai with onion and coconut chutney! This isn't even close to what my Wife would make! Where is that woman?! Why are you even cooking here?! Get out!!!" My father's voice boomed from our kitchen. My Father may have grown away from our roots but he never fails to practice them. My Great-Grandmother made sure to impart her Indian heritage to all her children and likewise, her children shared the same knowledge to their children despite having an Italian heritage as well!
I slowly crept into the kitchen, aware the situation and my father's mood. "Come. Let me do the dosai and you go do something else. Go." I whispered to our timid Chef, whom immediately scurried out. I poured the mixture onto the flat pan, doing a circular motion from the middle, spreading it to a large circle covering the pan. I did exactly how my Ammuma taught me, humming a low tune.
"Why are you doing this hija?" My Father asked gently, his previous anger gone.
"Can't a Daughter cooking breakfast for her Father?" I teased. My Father gave a sarcastic laugh, walking towards the stove to watch me make a perfect dosai.
"My Daughter can but not the CEO of Nayyar's trading," my Father said with pride. I realised that this was my cue to interrogate my Father.
"Are you sure I'm only the CEO of that and nothing else?" I started, looking at him as I transferred the food from the pan to the plate.
"Sasha, just come forward with the real question. No need to beat around the bush." my Father stated in a 'no-nonsense' tone.
"Ah Erm. Okay. Ah" I stuttered.
"Sasha?" he warned.
"Okay Acha. Am I also taking over the..." I trailed to a silence.
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