Chapter 11 A daughter concern

Stacy had just returned home after a long and exhausting day at work. Her steps were heavy as she entered the front door, and the weight of the world seemed to rest on her shoulders.

She didn't expect today to be such a busy day and it was just her first day at work, it was tiring and at the same time she was thrilled she was finally living her dream.

All she could think about was sinking into the warm embrace of her bed, but something caught her attention as she made her way to her room.

The soft glow of light seeping out from beneath the door of her father's study was unusual. Mr. Feng was never one to stay up late working.

He was always the first one to retire to bed, a strict believer in the value of a good night's sleep. The curiosity got the better of Stacy, and she decided to find out what had her father so engrossed in his study at this hour.

She quietly made her way to the kitchen, hoping to quell her weariness with a cup of hot milk. The warm liquid would soothe her, just as her father's presence usually did.

But as she prepared her drink, her thoughts were drawn back to the persistent beam of light that seeped from her father's study. It was a stark contrast to the rest of the dark, silent house.

A flicker of concern started to gnaw at her. Was her father okay? The idea of her father, the embodiment of strength and wisdom, grappling with a problem unsettled her. She decided she needed to check on him.

She knew her father was one who didn't like to share his problems or issues; he loved solving things on his own, so she was always concerned.

Stacy gulped down the cup of hot milk, it was really refreshing, then she poured a hot cup of tea, something she knew her father would appreciate, and began her journey to study.

The door to her father's sanctuary was slightly ajar, and she knocked gently. His voice echoed from within, welcoming her with a calm "Come in."

With a gentle smile, Stacy pushed the door open and stepped inside. "Dad," she said, holding out the cup of tea, "I thought you might need this." She said with a sweet voice, one that was music to his ears.

Her father, a middle-aged man with an all black hair, looked up from his desk. There were worry lines etched on his face, but when he saw his daughter, a genuine smile formed on his lips.

He accepted the tea with gratitude and took a sip, relishing the warmth that coursed through him.

"Thank you, dear," he said, a twinkle of pride in his eyes. "You always know how to make everything better." He appreciated that his daughter was really thoughtful of him.

Stacy took a seat close to her father. She looked at him with concern etched in her features. "Dad, what's wrong? Why are you still awake at this hour?"

Mr. Feng sighed. He knew his daughter well, and he could sense her genuine worry. He tried to put on a brave front, not wanting to burden her with the troubles of the family business.

"Don't worry, dear. I've got it covered. Just a few missing accounts I need to sort out, that's all." He didn't want her to worry, he wanted her to focus on her job. He would take on whatever challenges that were to come and give her the company in good shape.

Stacy nodded, but she wasn't entirely convinced. She had a knack for knowing when her father wasn't telling her the whole truth.

It was something about the way he avoided eye contact when he wasn't being entirely forthright.

The problem at the company seemed more significant than he was letting on, and it concerned her deeply. But she respected her father's decision not to disclose it to her.

"Dad, please promise me you'll rest early tonight," she implored, standing up to leave the study. "You need your sleep." He saw the worry etched on her face; he appreciated it, and nodded his head in response.

As she left the room, her mind was still swirling with worry. She couldn't help but wonder what could be so troubling for her father to lose sleep over.

And she couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story than he was willing to admit.

Back in the study, Mr. Feng leaned back in his chair and stared at the dimly lit room. His phone rang, shattering the silence. It was his dedicated assistant on the line.

"Sir," the assistant began, "the shareholders are all pulling out their investments. They've expressed their unwillingness to take any more risks."

Mr. Feng closed his eyes for a moment, trying to contain his frustration. "We'll hold a meeting tomorrow morning," he finally replied. "Inform them."

The situation was dire. The company was in turmoil, and it seemed like someone within the organization was fanning the flames.

If all the shareholders decided to withdraw their investments, the consequences could be catastrophic. Bankruptcy loomed, a prospect that Mr. Feng couldn't bear to face.

As he hung up the call, he knew he had a long night ahead. The storm had arrived, and he had to weather it, finding new clients and solutions to save the company he had built from the ground up.

Stacy's concern was just the tip of the iceberg, and Mr. Feng was determined to protect his family's legacy at all costs.