Chapter 81 Chapter Eighty One

SANDRA'S POV

I walked quickly out of the elevator, my heels clicking on the floors in time with the swaying of my hips as I strode down the hall towards my father's office. At the same time, I could feel the eyes of others following my every move. Some of the workers who passed by greeted me, but I didn't turn my head or respond as I continued to walk past.

When I reached the door of my father's office, I barged right in, unannounced. Inside, my father was seated at his desk with two other men in front of him. Their heads turned around when I came in.

My father raised an eyebrow at my appearance before wrapping things up with his visitors.

"I'll take care of the rest, you two go ahead."

The men nodded and left the room while I watched them go. Then, I turned back to face my father, striding into one of the chairs in front of his desk and slamming my purse tiredly on the table. My father, James Henderson, was a Congressman who has been in politics for many years. He was known as one of