I don’t know you

"Dad granted it, Ce, but if you ask me, I'm not comfortable with this idea of yours. Percepta is known for its high-class buildings and towers. What's with this sudden involvement with the gun industry?" His forehead creased with worry.

I almost laughed at his expression, but I felt it wasn't the right time for that. He's genuinely concerned, and joking might not be well-received now. He's serious, and if I tease, he might get upset. Not that I'm afraid.

"Then it's a deal, right? I'll get the contract for you to sign—"

"Celeste, I want to know why first," Rusty interrupted with a cold tone.

My mouth hung open as I saw his stern face. It seemed like the longer he stayed in my office, the harder his expression became. What's with him? I'm starting to get irritated.

"I told you already, Rusty. I thought it was clear to you before you accepted."

"I'm still wondering why..."