SANDRA''S POV
I walked quickly out of the elevator, my heels clicking on the floors in time with the swaying of my hips as I strode down the hall towards my father''s office. At the same time, I could feel the eyes of others following my every move. Some of the workers who passed by greeted me, but I didn''t turn my head or respond as I continued to walk past.
When I reached the door of my father''s office, I barged right in, unannounced. Inside, my father was seated at his desk with two other men in front of him. Their heads turned around when I came in. My father raised an eyebrow at my appearance before wrapping things up with his visitors.
"I''ll take care of the rest, you two go ahead."
The men nodded and left the room while I watched them go. Then, I turned back to face my father, striding into one of the chairs in front of his desk and mming my purse tiredly on the table. My father, James Henderson, was a Congressman who has been in politics for many years. He was known as one of the most powerful politicians in the country.
He took off his sses and rested them on the table before looking up at me.
"What is it this time?" he asked with a sigh. "I''ve told you whenever you have anything to talk to me about,e home. You can''t keep barging into my meetings every time."
"Yeah, fine. Noted," I waved it off, then crossed my arms over my chest.
"So?" Dad queried. "What''s this about? I''m very busy."
"It''s about Mark. I don''t want to marry him anymore." The words burst from me like a dam breaking. "He''s going to be a cripple for the rest of his life, and I absolutely refuse to be shackled to some useless lump who can''t even get it up!"
Dad''s face turned into a frown. "Watch your mouth, youngdy. That''s no way for a respectable woman to speak."
I barked out a bitterugh. "Respectable? You mean repressed! I''m still very young, dad. I can''t resign myself to a life without passion, without intimacy..." I leaned forward, "I want out of this engagement as soon as possible."
"Absolutely not. Do you have any idea how much I''m counting on this alliance?
"Are you serious? You''re really willing to just sell off my happiness like that to serve your own political ambition?"
My father''s green eyes bored into my face unyieldingly. "Don''t be so melodramatic. It''s temporary. Mark''s injury may seem permanent now, but modern medicine works wonders. With time and therapy, who knows? He may recover even faster than expected."
"And if he doesn''t?" I challenged. "What if the doctors are wrong and he''s confined to that wheelchair forever? Am I supposed to just sacrifice my life, my dreams of being cherished and fulfilled by a real man? His loud sigh punctured the new silence in the room as he seemed to be weighing his next words.
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"I understand this is difficult, Sandra. But I''m not going to let you make a rash decision that could jeopardize everything I''ve been working towards for decades. My career, my legacy, it''s all on the line wit this next election. Mark''s family connection is too important to throw away on a mere possibility." He got up from his seat and stepped around the desk tofort me. "I''m sorry, princess. But this is how it has to be. You''re just going to have to learn patience andpromise."
I stared at him wordlessly. Did he even realize how much of an embarrassment it would mean to me if I ended up marrying someone like Mark in the state he was in?
"I can''t believe you, selling out your only daughter''s dreams for a few more years in Congress. That''s low, dad. Even for you."
"Princess-"
I stood up angrily from the chair, snapping my hands up, "I don''t need you to butter me up. Just wait and
Then maybe you''ll finally put me first."
see how I prove that Mark can''t give me happiness
Then I mmed the door harshly behind me, leaving Henderson standing alone in his office with a frown. My head spun with frustration. How could he be so callous about my hopes and dreams? All because of his sted political ambitions. I seethed as I walked out of the building with anger roiling in my gut like a brushfire.
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SANDRA''S POV
I walked quickly out of the elevator, my heels clicking on the floors in time with the swaying of my hips as I strode down the hall towards my father''s office. At the same time, I could feel the eyes of others following my every move. Some of the workers who passed by greeted me, but I didn''t turn my head or respond as I continued to walk past.
When I reached the door of my father''s office, I barged right in, unannounced. Inside, my father was seated at his desk with two other men in front of him. Their heads turned around when I came in. My father raised an eyebrow at my appearance before wrapping things up with his visitors.
"I''ll take care of the rest, you two go ahead."
The men nodded and left the room while I watched them go. Then, I turned back to face my father, striding into one of the chairs in front of his desk and mming my purse tiredly on the table. My father, James Henderson, was a Congressman who has been in politics for many years. He was known as one of the most powerful politicians in the country.
He took off his sses and rested them on the table before looking up at me.
"What is it this time?" he asked with a sigh. "I''ve told you whenever you have anything to talk to me about,e home. You can''t keep barging into my meetings every time."
"Yeah, fine. Noted," I waved it off, then crossed my arms over my chest.
"So?" Dad queried. "What''s this about? I''m very busy."
"It''s about Mark. I don''t want to marry him anymore." The words burst from me like a dam breaking. "He''s going to be a cripple for the rest of his life, and I absolutely refuse to be shackled to some useless lump who can''t even get it up!"
Dad''s face turned into a frown. "Watch your mouth, youngdy. That''s no way for a respectable woman to speak."
I barked out a bitterugh. "Respectable? You mean repressed! I''m still very young, dad. I can''t resign myself to a life without passion, without intimacy..." I leaned forward, "I want out of this engagement as soon as possible."
"Absolutely not. Do you have any idea how much I''m counting on this alliance?
"Are you serious? You''re really willing to just sell off my happiness like that to serve your own political ambition?"
My father''s green eyes bored into my face unyieldingly. "Don''t be so melodramatic. It''s temporary. Mark''s injury may seem permanent now, but modern medicine works wonders. With time and therapy, who knows? He may recover even faster than expected."
"And if he doesn''t?" I challenged. "What if the doctors are wrong and he''s confined to that wheelchair forever? Am I supposed to just sacrifice my life, my dreams of being cherished and fulfilled by a real man? His loud sigh punctured the new silence in the room as he seemed to be weighing his next words.
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"I understand this is difficult, Sandra. But I''m not going to let you make a rash decision that could jeopardize everything I''ve been working towards for decades. My career, my legacy, it''s all on the line wit this next election. Mark''s family connection is too important to throw away on a mere possibility." He got up from his seat and stepped around the desk tofort me. "I''m sorry, princess. But this is how it has to be. You''re just going to have to learn patience andpromise."
I stared at him wordlessly. Did he even realize how much of an embarrassment it would mean to me if I ended up marrying someone like Mark in the state he was in?
"I can''t believe you, selling out your only daughter''s dreams for a few more years in Congress. That''s low, dad. Even for you."
"Princess-"
I stood up angrily from the chair, snapping my hands up, "I don''t need you to butter me up. Just wait andN?velDrama.Org (C) content.
Then maybe you''ll finally put me first."
see how I prove that Mark can''t give me happiness
Then I mmed the door harshly behind me, leaving Henderson standing alone in his office with a frown. My head spun with frustration. How could he be so callous about my hopes and dreams? All because of his sted political ambitions. I seethed as I walked out of the building with anger roiling in my gut like a brushfire.