Cassian's Ward

"Do you seriously take me for a fool, Mr Mercer?" "Absolutely not, Mr Voss!" Somebody get this scumbag away from me. "Then what makes you think I'll just magically forget your debt? Did you think it would somehow disappear?" "Mr Voss, I'm sorry if I'm mistaken, but you don't need the money this second and I don't have it, so why can't we work out a small arrangement-" "What arrangement?!" I snapped, slamming my fist down on my desk. He flinched and squeezed his eyes shut, trembling like the little chicken he was. He just acted tough around people he knew he could bully. Pathetic piece of trash. "I don't want arrangements, I want my money. Right now" "I-I'll give you anything else you ask for, but I still don't have the money" He said, holding his hands out like a shield. I folded my arms and leaned back in my chair because I couldn't stop the smirk spreading over my face. "You know what I want" I lifted an eyebrow in challenge. Hopefully, I'd hear the answer I wanted. "Take her, I don't want that little whore" Wrong. Answer. "Mr Mercer," I said, biting my fist as I tried to hold back my anger. "Get the fuck out of this office before I cut you apart. It'll be easy, considering-" I motioned to his skinny, sick, disgusting frame, "-this." "B-but you want her! You can take her" He said, desperate for a way out. "What kind of father tries to sell his own daughter over his mistakes?!" I screamed at him. He said nothing. That's right, you useless, filthy, dirty, sick bastard. "If I'm such an awful parent, why not take her and do a better job?" He suggested. "Then maybe you'll see what a brat she really is" He added under his breath. "Enough! Get the hell out of my sight" I ordered. He lowered his head like the good-for-nothing little piece of shit he was, but before he could leave I caught him by the neck and pinned his head against my desk. I'll have to sanitize it later. "Oh, and Mr Mercer, don't ever speak about her that way again" I said slowly before letting him go. He bowed his head, looking scared, and hurried out, closing the door behind him. How could a sick, disgusting man like this be an angel's father?