Sitting over his desk William was bowed over some paperwork. It was late at night and he had much rather been going out to the club or casino instead of doing his dad's paperwork but it was part of the job. The old man couldn't bother to do his own work, it wasn't fun enough to do it himself. A soft groan escaped his lips as he got up and poured himself a generous glass of scotch. He had promised his little girl to reduce his drinking but honestly, he couldn't bring himself to care about that promise. Or any promise he had made to her. He could barely even bring himself to care about her in general, which was probably even worse.

His mind drifted to his daughter. She had been extremely distant and quiet lately for no exact reason. He could think of a million though. He was a terrible father to her and he knew it. Keeping her stupid and naive just so he wouldn't have to deal with her whining and questions. Not just that, but also keeping her away from home by giving her useless tasks, like buying groceries but also clothes, books, stupid and useless gadgets and more. He was throwing money all over just to keep her away from him, just to prevent himself from getting a headache. He took a large sip of the scotch as he walked back to his desk and cut a cigar before lighting it between his lips. Smoking was another habit she had asked him to quit. Stupid know-it-all. Lowering himself on his chair again, William continued working on the papers. He grabbed the phone and called his butler after a while.

"I want a pretty girl in here, Albert, fix it." His cold voice rang through the silent room. Manners weren't something he bothered with. His mother tried to teach him when he was a child but after her death he was all to himself and never bothered to learn manners. He was even lucky his daughter was naturally polite.

There was a knock on the door and the door opened. You were standing there in your silk pajamas. An annoyed sigh escaped William's lips.

"What do you want? Go to bed."