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Kader had spent a lifetime dealing with nonsense from people who thought they knew best. ADVENT, his parents, his former agent back when he was doing modeling, the senate…this though, this threw him for a loop.
He tried to contain his laughter without much success.
“Wh-what do you want me to do about it? She isn’t my kid.” Here he was, five minutes before a meeting with Nutrivend talking about a teenager’s choice of clothing. Sally’s tastes ran tacky, sure, but at least she was happy.
He listened, barely able to comprehend what he was hearing.
In addition to attending meetings Weir couldn’t be bothered with, he was apparently now also responsible for hearing people complain about his daughter. It was plain annoying, and it rubbed him the wrong way. Sally was a good kid.
“Alright, I’ll be sure to forward her a fashion magazine. Have a wonderful day, ma’am.” Kader ended the call. He used the last few minutes before the meeting to look into the PR department. He was sure they only wanted to do their job, but goddamn if he wasn’t getting flashbacks to his agent.
Sally should be able to do what she wanted.
