I didn’t know whether to answer since Atlas was calling.

Meanwhile, my dad seemingly assessed my emotions. I reluctantly answered the call. The voice on the other end said, “I’m at the airport. Come and pick me up.”

I was speechless at his command. He usually had assistants around him but still wanted me to pick him up. I wondered if he considered me a chauffeur or a servant.

“Sorry, I have guests at home and can’t come—” I replied indifferently.

Before I could finish, he hung up. I nearly c