Storm

Hei-Ran could see the hot glare her father had on her as they walked into her grandfather's office. She could tell he was ready to blow off her head with his anger.

"Two months, Hei-Ran? What was the meaning of that?" He snapped while Hei-Ran tried to avoid his hard glare.

"You won't understand father."

"Exactly I don't understand. You just got an opportunity to get your position back, and you chose to gamble with it, being aware that there are people on that very table who'd want to sabotage you, because they won't approve of you?" He didn't understand her. He thought she was more sensible than this.

Hei-Ran stood in front of him and smiled. "That is the aim, dad." He frowned at her. What aim was she talking about?

Seeing his inquisitive and confused gaze, she sighed and led him to sit across her grandfather's desk. "The thing is, I need them to come at me, that way I can differentiate the weeds from the plants, and know how to lure them out."