"Well, hello to you too," he replied dryly, adjusting his glasses with dramatic flair.
"Oh, I missed you so much, Daddy. How was your honeymoon? It was adequate," he added in a sing-song voice, mockingly playing both parts of the conversation.
Drake cleared his throat awkwardly.
"Daddy, quit it!" Queen snapped.
"Okay, okay!" Richard relented, finally picking up the sheet and scanning it, while Queen began tapping her foot at 120 BPM.
"She terminated her contract," Queen blurted, unable to wait another second.
Richard sighed and adjusted his glasses again.
"Well," he said finally, "she is well within her rights to do so."
Queen whirled around to face Drake, eyes narrowed.
"Did you know?"
Drake looked up from his chair.
"I have no idea who or what you're talking about," he replied, hands raised in surrender.
Chayara. She sent me an email this morning from an attorney."
"I didn't know but why not speak to her." Drake advised.
