Socially Awkward

Chapter 9:

I don't answer the door, but I know the lady can tell someone's inside. She swings the door open and nearly jumps at the sight of me.

"Sorry! Did I scare you?"

She laughs, "No, not at all. I love almost getting a heart attack."

She has blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and looks a lot younger in comparison to everyone else who works here.

I innocently smile at her.

"So, do you know Charles?" She asks me.

I find it odd that she's suddenly used his first name to refer to him.

"I'm his daughter." I inform her.

"Oh, of course. Luna or Rosie?" She sure has great memory.

"I'm Luna. Rosie is my little sister." I tell her.

"Right." She briefly pauses before speaking again, "So Luna, what brings you here?"

"I just need to talk to my dad about something."

She nods her head, "Well if you see him, could you tell him that I--Veronica stopped by?"

Veronica.

"You're Veronica?" I accidentally say aloud.

She raises a brow at me, "Yes, have we met before?"

"Oh, no. I've just heard a lot about you." I openly tell her.

I decide that she can interpret that however she wants.

I know she knows where I'm going with this by the nervous look on her face.

"Well, tell your dad I came by." She says before quickly leaving the room.

While on her way out, she bumps into my father.

"Hey there." He chuckles and smiles down at her.

She looks back at me and then to him.

"Charles." She acknowledges him before leaving.

My dad raises a brow at her as she walks away and jumps at the sight of me.

"Luna what the hell are you doing here? You almost gave me a heart attack!" He scolds me.

I shrug my shoulders, "Well, what did you think the front lady at the desk meant when she said a young lady wanted to go up to your office?"

"I assumed it was business related. Luna, you can't just show up here whenever you want."

"Am I not allowed to visit my own father at work?"

"You could've at least called me first."

"I didn't think I had to make an appointment."

He sighs, "Okay, Luna you win."

"That was Veronica right?" I begin my interrogation.

He gestures me to get up from his seat and points to the chair across from his desk, instructing me to sit there instead.

After his poor attempt at stalling he answers, "Yes it was."

I stand up and sit across from him as he sits in his large office chair and begins to type away at his computer.

"Weird how you're on first name basis behind closed doors." I comment.

He looks up from his computer, "If you're trying to get at something spit it out."

"She slipped up and told me, Dad." I lie.

He immediately stops what he's doing and looks at me, "What did she tell you?"