After my short encounter with Andrew, I followed dad into his office. When we were finally alone, he walked up to me and stretched his hands for a handshake.

"Congratulations Mrs. Dyson on your smooth entry into this prestigious company." I stared at his stretched out hand and chuckled softly. Why is he being so formal with me?

"Seriously dad??" I muttered in between my laughter.

"Dad?? We're at a working place so it's Mr. Dyson to you." He corrected as he tried to put on a stern face.

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