Carmichaels laughed at Brad's response and walked out, brushing past the incoming group. It wasn't the first time, Carmichaels had broached his daughter to Brad. He frankly thought that they would be great together, but Brad was having none of it.
Carmichaels stepped out of the building, his hands tucked behind his back, deep in thought. His face bore a pleased expression, laced with a hint of curiosity and pride.
"I wonder which woman managed to turn that boy around so quickly," he muttered to himself, chuckling softly. "That carefree, woman-chasing attitude of his never sat right with me… but now?
Now he carries himself like a man with purpose. A good boy, finally. Whoever she is, I thank her. She's done what none of us could—and truth be told, I wouldn't mind having him as a son-in-law. Since he doesn't seem interested in whoever this angel is, I think it's -"
He paused, then shook his head, "Nooo, that can't be! Anyway, thank whoever this person is…"
