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A Father's Interest XX Ronin & D.E.66 XX

Ronin

Ronin

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Growing up Richard had been a successful businessman, it was his family business so it was natural for him to inherit it from his father. Him being the only child in his family, the lifestyle which he lived left him with very little time to actually meet anyone and left him rather lonely. A few occasions on the morning before his departure he would visit a bar and settle down for a one night stand. He had always been careful to use condoms yet a few months later after many of these one night stands, he found himself in a bar in Florida, when he saw a girl whom he recognized walking by with a toddler in her hands, at first he dismissed the child to be that of someone else s until he recognized certain features from her face similar to him. Instead of taking responsibility then and there he sneaked out of the bar, but paid a private investigator to keep tabs on his illegitimate daughter, as the years passed he watched through the various pictures given to him how his daughter blossomed into a beautiful woman.

His dark brown eyes carefully studied the house, the sale sign stood upright. Richard had to pull of this facade correctly he thought silently to himself. He had told her mother that he would pick up his daughter. He wondered how her reactions towards him would be, sure he planned to tell her how her mother had not informed him about her existence, still he heard of so many long, lost daughters developing a hatred for their fathers. He knocked lightly on the wooden door, carefully running his hands down to even out his dark blue suit. He brushes his right hand through his brown curled hair, he had been drilled by his father to keep it short since that was how civilized men would live. Standing at a towering 6 foot four his figure was intimidating while his body's lack of fat was instead replaced by rugged muscles. He removed his glasses as he heard movements inside the house.
 
Natasha had met her daughters father when she was in college. She had been in between semesters and she met him in a bar where she'd let loose... a little too loose. A couple months after a one night stand with the handsome man, she found out that she was pregnant and a couple months after that she had given birth to the cutest blonde hair, blue eyed baby girl. She named the girl Kyla Kyna Bowers after her aunts. Natasha's mothers side of the family were Irish, so she used those names. After that she had to drop out of college and she took on two jobs in order to support herself and her daughter. So she worked days at a shop and the evenings in a bar. When he had seen her with her daughter, she was just leaving for the evening after her friend dropped off Kyla.

For a couple years it was alright, but then they hit a rather rough patch and she had lost one of her jobs. Soon her debt began building and then she had to put out a mortgage on the small house that she had bought but that didn't help. Now she had to sell the home and she was looking for a small cheap place for herself and her daughter. That was when the very man she hadn't seen or heard from in 18 years got in touch with her. When he offered to pay ff her debts she jumped at the opportunity. However, the decision to give up her daughter to the man had been a hard one for the mother but she knew he'd be able to provide better for the young woman.

When he knocked on the door, Natasha was at work, leaving Kyla home alone. The eighteen year old girl was in the middle of cleaning a bit when she heard the knock. Frowning slightly to herself, she ran her fingers through her long curly hair before going to the window and looking out to see the man standing there. She moved over to the door and slid the chain into place before opening the door and peeking out at him. "Yes?" she asked gently. "Can I help you?" Her crystal blue eyes peered cautiously up at him. After all, she didn't exactly live in the nicest of neighborhoods.
 
Richard had showed up a bit earlier then he had told her mother to come pick the daughter up. All he knew about her was how she looked and a name behind the face. That same pretty face, whom he had hidden under his files poked out through the narrow door way. “Hello there, are you Kyla? If so I think your mother must have informed you about me coming to pick you up?” He wondered if her mother had mentioned it to her or was planning to do so later on. “May I come in?” He asked, offering a small smile, his eyes slowly taking in her form or as much as he could see, discreetly.

Richard knew just by looking that this girl was some one whom didn’t trust others easily, cautious was the word that came to mind. “And if you don’t believe me, you can call your mother up.” He suggested, backing up what he had said before, he had hoped to leave before her mother returned and it lead to an argument of sorts.
 
Kyla stared up at the man that stood on the other side of the door. He was a bit taller then her 5'11" and 120 lb frame. It was clear that she got her height from him since her mother was fairly short. When he spoke and told her that he was coming to pick her up, she frowned slightly while gazing up at him, her gaze guarded and suspicious. However, after he asked if he could come in, she looked ready to close the door right then and there. However, when he suggested her calling her mother, she nodded slightly before closing the door. From his side of the door, he'd be able to hear her voice, muffled and soft. At one point her voice raised with a tone of surprise and shock coloring it. After that it was quiet before she could be heard again.

Finally, after a minute or so the sound of the chain sliding could be heard before she opened the door completely. Kyla still had a look of unease on her face and uncertainty in her eyes. "Mom confirmed what you said." she said softly before motioning him in. "Please... come in I guess." she said. The girl was dressed in a pair of worn, slightly baggy jeans and a white t-shirt. Her hair was currently pulled back in a messy braid, several long strands framing her face. Once he entered, she closed the door and slowly led the way into the small living room. "Did... did you want anything to drink?" she asked, unsure as to what to say to the man.
 
Richard noticed that she was studying him, but didn’t say a word as her heard her voice rather muffled from inside. He was a bit surprised at how easily he had been allowed inside. He had thought her mother would be uneasy about him being there in her absence. But he decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth, following right behind her. He noticed quite a few pictures on the wall, some of them which showed a girl with features similar to Kyla a lot younger. There seemed to be evidence of a male figure on some of the pictures, whom seemed to be missing on the others. Richard guessed that it was one of Kyla’s mom’s boyfriends.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind a glass of water, but I am in a bit of a rush, so I need to know how long it will take for you to pack? Also in case you haven’t had lunch, I will have something made for you at your new home.” He stated, checking to see how well she followed instructions. “So, I guess you would want to know more about me, for now I think it’s best you called me by my first name Richard, perhaps along the way when we grow closer you may be able to call me dad.” He suggested. “As for any questions, feel free to ask.” He decided not to tell her the reason of why he had left Kyla and her mother to fend for themselves unless she asked.
 
Kyla looked at the man that her mother said should be let into the house. The blonde haired teen wasn't sure as to what to think about the man yet. It was clear that he was successful and powerful, but past that she didn't know what to think. She noticed that he was looking around at the pictures on the walls and she followed her gaze to some of them. The man in some of the picture was a good friend of her mother. They had dated for a while before agreeing that they were better as friends, but Kyla saw the man as something of a father figure.

After he said he wouldn't mind a glass of water, she turned to head into the small kitchen when he asked how long it would take for her to pack and she stopped short. Turning to face him as he spoke about her having lunch at her new home and a mix of emotions flashed across her face as she stared up at him. At the suggestion of calling him Richard before calling him dad, she frowned slightly. She had only ever called her mothers friend 'dad', so the thought of doing so with someone new that she didn't even know made her a bit uncomfortable. For a little bit she just stared at him before heading into the kitchen and coming back a moment later with the glass of water.

She held it out to him before speaking. Her voice was soft and sounded timid but there was a hidden strength beneath her eyes and beneath the timidness. "What is going on?" she asked, staring into his eyes. "My mother refused to tell me anything about what was going on and she sounded upset. Why? And what did you mean my new home?"
 
Richard once again felt those eyes on him, and then turned to notice that she had disappeared. He settled down on a chair, took out his phone and began to look through his messages. He noticed her once more before him with the glass. The questions weren’t unexpected, but he had expected her mother to front up to some of them. “Well, you’re not a young girl anymore so I guess you deserve to know the truth. Well, you see when I was a lot younger, I ran into your mother from a bar and well we hit it off and well there was a one night stand involved. I had no clue that she had my child until recently, but seeing as she is in quite a predicament with paying off debts I thought it would only be right if I were to help her out in anyway I can.”

His gaze turned once more to the pictures, before fixing his eyes back on hers. “So, you will be living with me from now on, at least until your mother manages to get a foot hold on things.” He said before exhaling loudly. “I thought your mother had already told you all of this. But I guess she wanted to protect you.” Building trust had always been the starting point of any relationship, he knew that, hell he had even given a few people that advice.

Lifting up the glass, he took a small sip. “So, how quickly can you pack up?” He asked, he had no idea of how many clothes she had, since based on the magazines teenage girls were rather extravagant when it came to what they wore and make up.
 
Kyla watched him carefully, her blue eyes trained on him with her innocent yet piercing gaze. She was quiet after handing him his water and asking her questions, though her gaze pretty much demanded an answer. As he told her about having a one night stand with her mother, who then never told him about her, she remained calm, no emotions showing on her face as he said that he was going to help her mother with her debts and that he was going to take her in. This made her frown slightly. The 18 year old teen hated the fact that she wasn't asked her opinion on what was going to happen with her life and that this man who, though he might be her biological father, was just a complete stranger to her and she was being forced to live with him.

The frown remained on her face as he asked how quickly she could pack. For a moment she merely stared at him, the muscles in her jaw working for a bit before she sighed. "I don't know." she said to him. "But I can try to pack as quickly as I can. Though it might take me a while to get everything." If she was being forced to live with someone she didn't know, she wasn't going to just take her clothing with her. There were different items that she refused to leave behind. "Will you have enough room in your car?" she asked him.
 
“Well, I am sure they will have enough room in the limousine.” He said, glancing around for a moment before adding. “Try to pack as quickly as you can and if you need a hand I can get my driver to come and help.” He did not want to be stuck lifting luggage and decided not to offer his own help. “So, you probably will have to change schools, unfortunately I can’t afford the time for you to say your good byes so perhaps it would be best if you were to message them through your mobile.” He suggested.

Richard was already behind schedule, he was growing more irritated with each passing second. “Or else we could just get your mother to send your things?” He said, his voice growing louder as he felt his anger rise out to the surface. He had taken many classes to control his anger, due to the fact that the last time he lost his cool he had been embroiled in a law suit case. Unwanted publicity had been received and his credibility as a business man had been given a severe beating.
 
The young woman blinked in surprise at the mention of a limo before nodding slightly after he told her to pack as quickly as she could. "I won't need their help." Kyla ran her fingers through her slightly messy hair before turning and heading for the steps. Hearing him speak about her changing schools, she frowned slightly before looking at him. "You don't have to worry about my school." she told him. "I finished early and I've been looking at colleges."

She had started up the steps for her bedroom when he mentioned having her mother send her things and she sighed when she heard the anger and irritation in his voice. The girl just continued up the steps and the sound of her door opening could be heard, not even bothering to reply. Kyla had gotten her temper from him and from her mothers side of the family, though she'd been raised to control it.

For a while she was upstairs, the only sounds coming from up there being her moving around and the occasional sound of what seemed to be a curseword. After a bit two duffle bags came flying down the steps, landing at the bottom. A little bit later she came down with a third smaller duffle bag over her shoulder, a purse and a box in her arms. It had taken her about ten minutes to pack everything. "Was that fast enough?" she asked. "You can have mom send the rest later."
 
He nodded as he heard that school was completed, he wondered whether he should suggest the college he had gone to, but decided not to. He could hear rustles and a soft muttering from downstairs then noticed two bags landing close by at the bottom of the stairs. “Well, I guess that will have to do.” He muttered as he showed his irritation of how he wasn’t at all pleased with her attitude or timing.

He headed towards the door, expecting her to follow. The limousine had been waiting on a curb and as soon as he came out on to the pavement, the driver rose out and opened the door. “Help her with the bags, Andrew.” Richard said, as he settled down next to the window. He could now at least confirm this child was his, they both shared a fiery temper. He tapped his fingers along his knee, as Andrew quickly moved over to his daughter and took the bags off her without asking, opening up the trunk and carefully placing them inside. “Miss, leave this to me, you can get inside.” He said, after putting the luggage away and closing the trunk, he was back in the driver seat and just as she closed the door, he floored the pedal.
 
After she came downstairs, she arched an eyebrow at him when he muttered before he just turned and walked out the door without even offering to help. With a sigh, the girl shifted things in her arms before carefully picking up the two duffel bags that she'd thrown down the steps. She looked around the living room and she felt a lump growing in her throat before she sighed and moved over to one of the walls. Reaching up, Kyla took down two pictures and placed them into the box in her arms before turning and following the man that said he was her father.

Pulling the door shut to the house, the teen silently walked down the walk way until the driver came to her to help. "Thanks." she said softly as he took the bags before she placed the rest of the things next to the end of the car, watching as he worked on putting things into the trunk before nodding when he told her to get into the car. With her purse in hand, Kyla moved over to the door and she paused long enough to look at the house that she'd called home for most of her life before getting into the limo, setting her purse into her lap and closing the door.
 
He tapped his fingers along the line of the briefcase which had been resting next to him, he had all the legal documentation for her care inside and he would have to get it signed by Kyla and her mother within a week to ensure that she would be with him until he sees fitting for her to be alone. It was troublesome since she was 18 and was no longer a minor, the reason for needing her signature. He would have to play nice if he was going to get her to sing he though.

Richard felt excited as well as dismayed at the same time, he enjoyed how she seemed up front about things but didn’t enjoy her attitude. But his annoyance disappeared as he noticed her gazing on at her house. “Look I am sorry, I think we started this on the wrong foot here.” He muttered out, trying to sound sincere at least. “The thing is I am having a bad day that’s all, anyways are you hungry, if you would like we could go and grab a bite to eat before we go to my hotel?” He asked, raising a brow, he had to establish some sense of trust.
 
Kyla heard him tapping his fingers against the briefcase and she inwardly sighed while she became more comfortable in her seat, her fingers playing with a decorative keychain that hung on her purse. It was a heart shaped charm with three blue gems in the middle that looked like the mickey mouse symbol. She kept running her finger over the charm. When Richard spoke up, she slowly looked over at the man, some of her curly blonde hair falling in her eyes while she looked at him. Whether her hair was naturally curly or not was hard to tell, her hair falling in tight ringlets around her shoulders.

She listened to him apologize to her and say that he was having a bad day. It seemed like a weak excuse as to why he was so rude but she didn't say anything. After he asked if she was hungry, she looked over at him before shaking her head. "No, I'm not hungry." she told him. "I sort of... lost my appetite." She tucked her hair behind her ear before she spoke again. "Why... why are we going to a hotel? Don't you live around here?" If there was one thing she hoped, was that he lived close enough to her mother for her to visit often.
 
Richard noticed how anxious she seemed, holding on to the purse, which seemed to have some kind of symbolization to her. “Well, I do have a house, but yeah I do not live around here. We will be leaving from the Ritz hotel tonight. But you do not have to worry I will be ensuring you will be attending a college close by.” He said, making a mental note to call up the Dean of his former college. “As for where we will be living, it will be around upper Manhattan, since I will be working out of my office.” He added, the car suddenly came to a halt. He hated the traffic, around the suburbs since there were so many incidents which held up the traffic.

The atmosphere had begun to catch on his nerves as he could hear people honking and swearing at each other. He shook his head before his gaze turned to the tinted window. “It will take a bit of getting used to, but I am sure you will fit in fine. My only rules at my house will be no parties and you will be home by the curfew time do I make myself clear?” He asked, having been a teenager himself at one point, he knew college was a time when people would begin experimenting. The car had jolted forward again, and he could feel it moving.

As he looked on the houses disappeared as it began to be evident from the buildings that they had arrived in the city. The limo stopped at the hotel, immediately the door man opened the door for him. “Good day, Mr. Burns, your room is ready and your luggage is being taken there as we speak.” He offered a small smile, before proceeding inside the furnished hotel towards the golden tinted lift. Awaiting for Kyla and the bell boy to follow. He had been here, before, so was quite well known.
 
Kyla turned slightly in her seat to gaze at the man as he spoke. It was a little upsetting that he was taking her further from her mother and the rest of her family then she would of liked. At the mention of her attending a college close by, she stared at him while he went on to tell her where she was going to be living. "You don't have to worry about my college. I've been accepted into quite a few colleges around Manhattan." she told him. "I earned several fully paid scholarships with them." she told him. Since he kept tabs on her, he would know that she was not only a straight A student but she had been part of several school committees and she'd been in chorus and track.

When the car came to a halt, she gazed out the window at the traffic with a sigh. She knew how busy that the suburbs could get but she was used to it. As she waited for him to speak again, she watched the people outside of the car before glancing at him again when he stated what the rules in his house were. This caused her to arch an eyebrow. "Parties? I have more important things to worry about then parties." she told him. "And I highly doubt you have to worry about curfew. I like to be in bed by eleven in the evening unless I'm working on something school related."

When the limo stopped in front of the hotel, she sighed softly before she slowly slipped out of the car after him. As she stood there before the hotel, she could feel the gaze of some of the others on her and she became a little more aware of her slightly worn clothing and she knew that she didn't fit in. With a swallow and clutching her purse tightly in her hands, she hurried after him, her curly blonde hair bouncing with her steps.
 
Richard noted how everyone seemed to stare at her, he thought about it was due to the fact that he was with her, but then he realized they seemed to be sizing up her clothes. By the standards of the hotel, if not for him, there would be objections for her to even enter inside, since she seemed to resemble someone with no wealth. As he stepped inside the lift, he lowered his head slightly and whispered. “You will need to wear some clothes; I shall have someone bring some clothes to you.” Richard had no real interest in fashion; still it mattered to those whom he did business with.

The doors opened and he followed behind the bell boy, he was not impressed at all by the oversized hall way, with each door quite far apart from the next. He stopped at number 1011, opening the door and pushing the trolley which had their luggage inside. Richard followed and waited for her to enter, settling down on to a couch, there was a chandelier, hanging in the middle of the room. There was a large plasma TV on the wall and a connecting kitchen on the left side of the living room. The bell boy had left the luggage and had now left them in peace.

“This will be where you will be staying, until we head for home in a few days time. For now just enjoy yourself.” He murmured before turning his attention to the TV, turning it on, flipping through channels.
 
Kyla was silent as she followed him over to the elevator and she stepped in beside him. When he lowered his head and spoke to her, she felt her cheeks redden a bit more and she looked down at her clothing, feeling tears sting her eyes but she swallowed and forced them back. She was dressed in a pair of simple but nice dark blue low rise jeans with a white button up shirt that she wore beneath a black vest. While it was a nice outfit, it was clear that it came from a store that the wealthy people Richard worked with would never shop at.

After he told her that he would have someone bring her some clothes, she sighed and nodded, vaguely wondering if she'd even get a choice in the matter. A moment later she shook the thought away as the doors of the lift opened and she followed him and the bell boy down the long, wide hallway. While any other time she would be in awe or impressed, this time she didn't really look around.

At the hotel room, she watched the two men enter the room before she slowly entered, watching as the man who was her biological father sat down on the couch. With a soft sigh, she turned and watched the bell boy leave. Richards words broke her out of her thoughts and she glanced at him when he told her to just enjoy herself. For several long minutes she just stood there, unsure as to what to do, while he surfed through the channels before she silently moved over to a seat near a window and she sat down with her back to him. Pulling her legs up against her chest, the young woman stared out the window while resting her chin against her knees.
 
Richard turned to glance over at his daughter, to notice that she was rather out of place around the furnished apartment. “Are you alright?” He asked, he had taken it for granted that she would develop a liking for the richer lifestyle but instead she seemed to be intimidated by the whole concept. “It’s not as bad as it sounds, I mean think of the bright side, and you will be able to get lots of new clothes and shoes.” He said, trying to think of what modern young girls these days were obsessed about. In Tv shows as well as word of mouth it seemed like the younger generation of girls enjoyed shopping.

“Plus if you ever need me, I will be here for you just like your mother used to be there for you.” He added, trying to sound more like a father then the stranger that he felt like around her. He knew that unless she trusted him his goals were more of a dream rather than anything else. Then a grin rose up to his lips as he thought up of an interesting idea.

“I know how about we go for dinner tonight and I ll show you that not everything is as gloomy as it seems around here.” He said, thinking of a place to go, it would have to be classy and discreet he thought silently. Sauntering closer to her, he stopped a few feet away. “What do you think, Kayla?” He asked, not feeling too comfortable calling her anything else as of yet. “Plus it will give a good chance for me to get to know more about you and if you want, I can tell you more about me too.” He suggested.
 
Kyla wasn't expecting him to speak to her again, so when he asked if she was alright, the teen looked over at him with surprise written on her features though it faded after a bit and she brushed her bangs from her eyes before she shrugged slightly. "Yeah, I suppose." she said gently while adjusting her legs a bit so that they were pulled quite as tightly against her chest. As he said that she'd be able to get lots of new clothes and shoes, she frowned slightly and looked down at her jeans, feeling a little more self conscious about what she was wearing. "I don't care about things like that." she said after a bit.

The girl shook her head slightly while looking out the window again. "I was raised to appreciate what I was given and what I have." she told him. "Mama wasn't rich like you, but she did what she could and provided me as best she could. I happen to like what I have. It's comfortable, and while it's not in fashion with the girls from your kind of social circle, at least it has personality." As she spoke, there was a defensive edge to her voice while she looked at him.

Kyla was feeling a whirlwind of mixed feelings. There was sadness of being parted from her mother and her side of the family, fear at being with someone she didn't know, embarrassment from being in a place that she clearly didn't fit in and to top it all off she was angry and offended that this man who said he was her father and the people clearly from his 'social class' seemed to look down on her just because she wasn't wearing the latest fashions.

At his claim of being there for her like her mother was, she gave a short laugh and looked at him again. "I don't think you could." she said. "You're a man. I can't come to you for the same things I could go to my mother about. Besides, you don't come across as the type who would particularly like speaking with a girl about.... personal things." She felt a slight blush form on her cheeks and cleared her throat while looking away from him only to look at him once more as he asked about going to dinner while moving closer to her. One of her eyebrows lifted towards her hairline while gazing at him.

For a long moment she didn't answer before she shrugged again. "Sure, I guess." she said. "And I take it I'm going to have to... dress up?" The way she finished her sentence would let him know that she wasn't really one for 'dressing up' as she put it. It was clear that Kyla wasn't the typical girl that he heard about or saw amongst his groups.
 
Richard had thought he had made some progress with her, but her words seemed to show her lack of trust with him. From the way she replied, he was slowly picking up things about her, like how she was rather different to other girls her ages, in regards to styling among a lot of other things. He had all his life thought that money solved all problems, whenever he faced any kind of PR crisis, all he had to do was throw a bit of money and everything would get better. Even as a child, his father would never be able to spend time with him and instead, he was given a large sum of money to do with as he pleases. Not having experienced parental love, he couldn’t really miss it, since he didn’t understand it.

Richard lightly scratched his chin, before resting his chin down on his palm. “You don’t have to wear anything you don’t want to.” He said, since he could always have a private stall reserved for him. How about ugh you show me what you have and we pick a dress out for you together?” He asked, this had been something which he had done on a regular basis with a few of his girlfriends although it was more of a way to get glimpses of them naked than anything else and he would always choose skimpy clothing for them to wear.

He settled down on a couch, wondering if she would agree to this, rather extreme idea, he had to admit it was more a spur of the moment thing than anything else. “Plus we can talk about each other and maybe get closer, I think?” He suggested, as he tried to promote the idea, it was hard since other than their temper, there wasn’t too much in common between them, personality wise at least.
 
Kyla knew that he probably wasn't used to girls like her and he wasn't sure how to handle her. After all, she'd seen the girls that Richard probably usually kept company with. Women who were self centered and rather vain as well as greedy, but managed to keep it rather well hidden beneath a layer of charm. She watched him scratch his chin before nodding slightly after he let her know that she didn't have to wear anything she didn't want to and she softly sighed, relief showing on her face for a moment. However, when he suggested they pick a dress out together, her other eyebrow joined the other near her hairline before she shook her head slightly.

"I don't... uh... I don't have any dresses." she told him, just a little embarrassed. "Not any more at least. I got rid of the ones I did have once I finished high school." The only dresses she had were ones bought for her first two home coming dances and for one of the spring flings, dances which had gone to when in middle school, so even if she did keep them they wouldn't of fit anyways. Once she reached high school, she stopped attended the dances because that was when the dresses began getting more expensive because the girls began wearing fancier dresses and she didn't want her mother to waste money on a dress she'd only wear once.

While she had wished and wanted to go to the proms, she refused to let her mother spend the money on all the stuff that was needed for the dances. As the thoughts of what she had missed filled her head, she shook her head slightly and brushed the thoughts off before looking at him. "All I have are a couple skirts." she told him.
 
Richard thought for a moment, this was a lot harder than he had expected. He thought about the skirts, since they would be dining privately, he didn’t see a big deal with them. And decided to have a proper wardrobe prepared for her by the next morning. “Well, how about I wait out here and you can show me those skirts, unless your uncomfortable with that?” He was lightly rubbing his palm over the back of his right hand.

There was so much he would have to teach her about his world, since from today onwards, appearances counted for everything. Bad publicity would impact his business and there were some people whom he would have to dine with whether he liked to or not. The other major issue was how to introduce her, since he couldn’t just mention her as his daughter whom he had known about for like 18 years.

He would have to show that he was a good father, since a few of his clients had strong family morals, they expected to do business with. There was so much expected of him and now she would have to share those expectations since she was part of his family. He would have to tell them about a long lost daughter, he had not known of and would have to somehow get her to play along.

“I’ve booked us a place in a nearby restaurant; it will be a private booth, so you don’t have to worry about what other people think.” He said, attempting to cheer her up.
 
Kyla waited silently for him to reply about her comment about having skirts. She was a little uncomfortable discussing what she would wear to dinner with him. She wasn't used to having to worry about what to wear when going out to eat unless it was to a special dinner. And even then, she didn't have to worry about what others thought because it was always amongst friends and her family. When he suggested she show him the skirts, she shrugged slightly. "I suppose I could show you what I have." she said slowly, mentally going through what she'd packed.

She looked at him, her gaze studying him as she sat there, her fingers playing with one of her bracelets, making them jingle softly as she moved her wrist. While she might not have the top of the like clothing like girls he was used to, she did have nice jewelry and it was clear that was one of the few things she indulged herself in. Most of the jewelry was cheap costume jewelry, but there was the occasional piece that was clearly made of either silver or gold. They weren't expensive pieces. She had on a couple necklaces, a couple bracelets, some rings and her earrings. While it would usually seem like a lot, her outfit of jeans with a white shirt beneath a black vest just seemed to go together in an artsy way.

At the mention of him booking them a place in a restaurant in a private booth, she arched an eyebrow, wondering if he had booked it that way so she wouldn't have to worry, or if it was for his own comfort. "I don't really care what others think." she said to him with a slight shake of her head. "If they have a problem with the way I look or dress, that's there problem, not mine." With that she slowly stood up, her long legs uncurling as she stretched and stood with a sigh before moving over to where her things sat.

Carefully, she extracted her duffel bag and opened it, pushing a couple things around, she pulled out three of her nicest skirts before closing the bag again. "Did you want me to put them on or just show you what they looked like?" she asked him while standing back up from her crouched position.
 
Richard was a bit in awe of how independent his daughter was, he had always been taught the proper way to do things, basically a ‘my way’ or the highway attitude. Here she was, fiercely confident in her beliefs, so different. “Please put them on, now.” He said, strumming his fingertips along the side of the couch.

“I think there is a changing place right there.” He said, pointing at the screen which was well hidden area, covering his line of sight. He enjoyed how rebellious she was, since that would make breaking her that much more enjoyable, he thought silently. He crossed his legs as his eyes wandered over to the skirts which she had taken out, they seemed ordinary, somewhat flaky in comparison to what he saw women wear, but as long as she didn’t wear a shirt and jeans, he was fine with whatever she wore.

Picking up his cellphone, he began to dial some numbers. “Hello Clive, how are you? That’s nice, look I want to book a booth for two, somewhere private. Just sorting some personal issues.” He tried his best to keep conversation as small as possible. At the same time, he did not want them to find out that he had a daughter whom he had never really taken care of.

After hanging up the cellphone, he turned to her with a smile. “Just so you know, I managed to get a booth for us in one of the most prestigious restaurants in this side of the city.” He added, he did enjoy flaunting his wealth around, since it almost always brought him praise of some kind.
 
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