"Hi daddy" I replied cheerfully trying to feign ignorance to his stern greeting. "Tell me what's going on" he said. That's my dad. Never one to beat around the bush, he went straight to the point. "Who's this boy you're gallivanting around with in 'London', when your school is in america?" I knew he'll be more pissed off at that detail. Some might think that growing up as a billionaires daughter we'll be pampered and treated like princesses, -well the princess part is correct-, but my dad is a strict Yoruba man who doesn't leave any stone unturned when it comes to training and disciplining his children. He might be a busy man, but he ensures he spends every free time with his family, one thing I've come to respect him for. "Dad, I uh came here for an interview and uh" I took a deep breath and tried to explain in placid voice. "I was actually going to tell you about him I just wanted to do it in person.
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