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Her phone seemed to ring for an eternity, although in truth it was just a few seconds. Ana was doubtful that her father would pick up, expecting to be greeted by voicemail. The distinct beep of a connected call meant he had actually picked up. She had thought to leave a message. He was a corporate CEO and one of the most powerful men in Morvai. She felt so small compared to him, even with all her fame and fortune she was still just a celebrity. She couldn't make real change like her father. He could move the world if he had a mind to. She tried to speak but found no words. Her father's voice was deep and commanding even as he opened with a perfectly friendly tone. 

[b][color=9e0b0f]“Hello, Anastasia. How have you been?”[/color][/b]

[color=f49ac2]“H-hey Daddy…” She had always called him daddy even on live talk shows. “It's been a while. I've been um... busy... but I'm okay. How's business?”[/color]

[b][color=9e0b0f]“Goes for the both of us then… being busy, I mean.” He then let out a small laugh, rather rare for him but he typically let himself loose when speaking with people close to him. “We’ve encountered some problems, but nothing too big.”[/color][/b]

[color=gray]Typically, he didn’t want to speak about business when talking with his daughter, but it is what she wished to talk about. Suffice to say, Klaus was unbelievably unaware of his daughter’s nervousness in her speech despite priding himself to be able to spot these kinds of things. He then took out a cigarette and headed outside.[/color]

[b][color=9e0b0f]“Anyhow, I was thinking of visiting your mother’s grave later. Hopefully, you haven’t forgotten why.”[/color][/b] [color=gray]His tone was joking, but he really did hope that she hasn’t forgotten her own mother’s birthday.[/color]

[color=f49ac2]“Today's her birthday…  I think she'd like that you still take time off for her.”[/color] 

The phone sat lazily on her lap, she wanted to ask him to join her for lunch. They hadn't spent any time together at all lately. She often found herself wanting to spend more time with him. A girl needs her father and Ana, despite being a young adult now, still needed hers.

[b][color=9e0b0f]“I would think that she would want for you to take a break as well, hm?”[/color][/b]

[color=gray]He paused again. He looked over to Leila who seemed to be gesturing something at him. That was when he realized that someone was at his door. Klaus motioned for her to tell whoever it was that he wasn’t at home and that he was busy. Leila nodded and then left for the door.[/color]

[b][color=9e0b0f]“Anyway, do you want to come with me? We could… hm, perhaps we can get some lunch after we’ve visited your mother.”[/color][/b]

[color=f49ac2]“OF COUR-ah um yeah I… that… sounds great. I can be there in fifteen minutes.”[/color]

It was exactly what she wanted to hear. It occurred to her that paparazzi might be prowling at this time of day but she was still excited to see her father for the first time in a long time.

[color=f49ac2]“I’ll get dressed!”[/color]

[b][color=9e0b0f]“Looking forward to it.”[/color][/b]

[color=gray]He was rather surprised at her eagerness to do so, but it didn’t bother him. Spending some quality time with his daughter might be a good thing for him. Considering how most of his real interactions were with Leila and Jared, which says a lot. 
With that, he stood up and prepared himself to get out.[/color]

[color=f49ac2]"See you soon!"[/color] Ana ended the call and immediately jumped off the sofa, dropping her phone off her lap in the process. It made a soft thud on the carpet as she sprinted up the stairs to her room [color=f49ac2]"Heading out Lin, see ya!"[/color] a barely audible confirmation is all she could make out as she entered her wardrobe. The wardrobe itself was about half the size of her considerable bedroom. It's sections had been meticulously organized for every occasion from formal attire to lingerie, each section was further organized into tops, bottoms, shoes, and accessories, arranged by colour. It was a worthy wardrobe for a fashionista such as herself.

She poured through her selections at lightning speed until she found a perfect summer ensemble, an off the shoulder half sleeve top in yellow with a flower print, denim shorts, some simple sandal wedges, and a mid brim sun hat. She collected a purse to match and headed down stairs again to collect her things and head out.