Amara's POV
My fingers collided with the wooden door; waiting for the approval to come in after being summoned by my father. "Come in. "
The office was painted grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window; which faced the main road. On the grey desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight. In a corner, the air conditioner was blasting at medium, and there was a swivel chair in the middle of the office.
A bookshelf, bursting with books was in a corner, with yet another stack of papers under a paperweight that was shaped to look like a tuft of grass. A few pens were lying on the papers, but some had fallen onto the top of the bookshelf. I notice my father, his hands wrapped around a small baseball as he throws only to catch it again. "You would do anything for this family, right?" I nodded my head, but in reality, I wouldn't do anything. "Speak woman."
"Yes father." I checked out.