#forega

“Dad! I’m twenty one, not twelve, stop trying to control every aspect of my life!” Irene roared into her phone before ending the call, throwing herself onto the surface of her bed with a grunt. Generally, the young woman had a relatively close relationship with her father, but as her graduation date approached, he’d become very insistent on her following the career path he’d planned out. For the past six months, the man had been taking her to social gathering after social gathering - everything from meetings at sketchy night clubs to business parties in high class hotels. Socializing was not something that Irene was particularly good at, especially not when she had to drink with old men two to three times her age. She was mentally exhausted from the stress and physically ill from all the alcohol in her system. Even with the knowledge of his daughter’s deteriorating health, Mr. Bae had demanded that she attend his company’s banquet later that evening. Irene screamed into her pillow as she recalled the recent phone with her father, frustrated. She need to de-stress, the girl decided. So, she quickly changed into gym shorts and tank top, and gathered her oversized cardigan and other necessary belongings, before heading out to the door to the one place she relaxes the most: the dance studio at the gym.

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