“This ship is impressive, I must say,” Mr. Dean remarks as we walk around the cruise – the guy from earlier introducing us to the different places where we can enjoy as well as the product placement.
“Thank you, Mr. Dean, we prepared this just for you,” I said with a huge smile on my face – hoping he’d take the hint. “This ship is a facade, you dimwit!” I screamed in my head as our eyes kept in contact with each other.
He smiled and instead of catching on, he looked like he was glad.
“That’s great Mrs. Rign,” he said, “I expected no less from you.”
I mentally face palmed as I walked beside him – still trying to indirectly convince him to stop this partnership somehow.
Maybe I’m being selfish – but this company is rotten from the inside out. My father may seem fond of me, however, he has never treated me as a relevant daughter capable of doing things on my own.