Here's To Our Future

    "Good morning, sir."
    "Ah yes, I've been expecting you. Good morning, Michael." The middle-aged man welcomed him in and beckoned for him to sit before resuming his position behind the desk. "So how was last night?" He asked suggestively.
    "That's actually why I came to see you." Michael responded.
        His face grew stern and with a serious tone he asked, "She did perform adequately, did she not? She didn't give you any problems I hope."
        "No sir-"
        "Please call me Nicolai" he interjected.
        Michael nodded in acquiescence before continuing, "You see, I did not allow her to 'perform her duties.' Nicolai, how you're using your daughter is wrong, it's hurting her. With all due respect sir, Nicolai, I detest the way you close your so called business deals in your company. I proposed to her last night, and she agreed to marry me. I'm here to inform you that she won't be working for you anymore."
        "Hmm, so I see." Adelaide's father said thoughtfully, leaning back in his chair and took a contemplative pose. "That's a real bold stand that you've presented. Had you said that to any other man of my standing in this sort of business you would have been shot."
        "I was willing to take that chance, sir."
        Impressed with Michael's courage he asked, "You love my daughter?"
        "Yes sir, with all of who I am." Michael responded, his devotion shining in his eyes.
        "Then despite the fact that you didn't ask for it, you have my permission to marry Adelaide. I can have another girl lined up to replace her within the week anyway."
        "I appreciate it, sir." Michael said politely, nodding his head. With that he left, hurrying to go tell Adelaide the good news, his unwavering love for her overriding his feelings of disgust towards her father. He smiled, overjoyed, here's to their future together.