*Samantha’s Point of View*
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"Go, Sam," Samara told me, and I slowly walked up to the stage while the people clapped their hands.
My hands start to sweat, and I feel like I'm about to melt.
"My daughter will be the one to continue my legacy, and I just know that she is capable of doing that." My father spoke, and I am looking at the floor since I am not used to being in front of a huge crowd, especially in the business world.
I'm not proud of just following his steps. He might be a successful businessman, but he sucks at a lot of things. One is being the head of a family, and the rest is him being a selfish a**hole.
"Dad, what is this?" I asked him as he gave the mic to the man beside him.
I can't clearly see his face because I can only see his side view.
"Just do what I want you
