When her rant began Serge instantly stopped what he was doing and stood there watching her closely. She looked frazzled, lost and confused. Along with being, above all, angry. But her angry was directed in many different areas, she was angry at her dad, she was angry at his job, she was angry at herself and so on and so forth. The poor girl had gone through a lot in less than four hours and now she was a chicken with her head cut off, desperately attempting to regain control of her life.

This… this was something he wasn’t good. He couldn’t handle people getting emotional. Especially women because they seemed to flip on a dime without rhythm or reason! And now he had an emotional woman ranting to him… and he had nowhere to go. The inside of him began to panic slightly as he felt like he had no control over the situation. [i]WHAT DO I DO?![/i] He mentally screamed to himself as his brain went through every option he could think of. [i]OH! OH!![/i] As if a light bulb went off  in his mind, he stepped to her and gently removed the bag from her hands. Placing them down on the ground he gently grabbed her and pulled her to him. His large arms wrapped comfortingly around her, one hand rubbing her back softly while the other gently soothed her head as it rested against his broad chest, his heartbeat echoing in her ear.

After a few moments of silence he slowly pulled her back from the hug and gave her a gentle pat on her head. “You’re still you, no matter who your father is. You and your father have different last names, finish your degree if that’s what you want to do with your life and apply for the jobs you want to do. Your father’s position has nothing to do with what you should, and will, do with your life. I know that from experience.” He said with an assured nod before giving her a gentle closed lip smile and tilting his head to one side. “Now… your house is filthy. Where are your cleaning supplies?”