We stared at each other, neither one of us willing to back down. He was a proud man but I was nothing if not my father’s daughter. I was proud as hell and even more stubborn too. If he wanted to be an asshole about it, then I was going to be one too. I didn’t want to quit, far from it actually, it would have meant giving Charles the satisfaction of thinking he won but at the same time, I wasn’t going to let anyone walk all over me- not even my father.

“Hayley,” he warned but ...