A Furry Story

Chapter 1 - Getting Things Straight

Hi! I've got a new story and, look who I casted as the 'dude' in the story. (Haha, sorry I spoiled you but you do know that every one of my story has a dude, right?

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“Are you Allison Summers?” The snobby Russian lady muttered as she eyed me up and down like I was some kind of fugitive.

I looked down on my damp clothes and sighed heavily. “Yes, I am.”

This girl probably didn’t know who I am based on her actions. She probably didn’t know that this was my dad’s company. The girl stood up and quickly strutted away, her heels clacking as she walks. I quickly followed her, the water squishing under my shoe.

After passing by several rooms and hallways, we finally reached dad’s office. She straightened her posture and knocked on the door. The door automatically unlocked and opened itself. I guess being a businessman has its perks, now don’t they?

The door opened and I saw my dad’s tired face, beads of sweat pouring down his face. His gray hair sprouted in different areas of his head that it was quite alarming.

He focused his gaze at me. I bit my lower lip and closed my eyes waiting for the long lecture he is going to give me. If there is one thing I know about my dad, it is that when he’s really mad, he isn’t afraid to express it.

My father cleared his throat and said, “Petrova, can you please leave us alone now?” He says directly to the rude lady who I believe is called Petrova. Petrova nodded obediently like a golden retriever and sashayed out of our conversation.

“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” I muttered in a robotic tone. Usually, sorry always does the trick. And normally, he’ll just let me go off the hook. That’s just how we roll, you know. He led me inside his office and I quickly followed, lounging for the black leather couch.

Dad settled down on his swivel chair and started talking.

“You know, Ali. Sorry doesn’t always fix everything.” He muttered, his green piercing eyes glaring at me.

Don’t tell me that pops, sorry always does the trick.

I forced a laugh. “Ha-ha, very funny.” I lifted my legs and placed them on top of the desk adjacent to the couch that I was sitting on.

“So what punishment am I going to get? Shortage of allowance? Grounded for three weeks?” I sat up straight enthusiastically as I thought of another brilliant idea. “Or better yet, no internet for a month?”

You are probably wondering why I am so nonchalant about this. It’s just that when I do something wrong, which is like all the time, I don’t get major punishments. I only get minor ones like the few that I just mentioned.

But instead of him laughing and riding along with my lame joke, his face was neutral and he looked like he wanted to kill somebody. Not really kill, he just looked dead serious; pun intended. He cleared his throat and fingered some documents that he needed to sign.

“Your mother and I have talked about it,” He mumbled, still messing with the papers. “And I think this madness needs to stop.” He lifted his cup and took a sip of what was inside it.

I grimaced. “What madness?”

“I’m talking about your attitude, young lady.” He says, carefully placing his cup back on top of his table. I managed to get a pack of gum from my pocket and started chewing on it.

“What about it?”

He looked at my bubblegum “This is getting out of control.”

I was still chewing my bubblegum when I talked, ignoring his comment. “So, what is my punishment?”