my skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.

obscurvm:

{ ♕ }; All of the information she had given him
could be found by a simple search on the internet.
He wasn’t sure what she was getting out of repeating
it to him. The shady work he put into finally heading
the company was kept quiet, hiding under mounds
of paperwork and locked cabinets. Hans Westergard
was good at keeping secrets. 

                ❝ Nothing new to me. I’m a lot smarter
                    than my twelve brothers and I know
                    how to handle a company. But you,
                    you’re much more of an enigma. Why
                    would a father choose his daughter,
                    of all people? What experience do you
                    have? ❞

        She’s almost insulted. The way he words it,
        it almost sounds as if she shouldn’t be heading
        Future Industries. But her contempt for the remark
        remains hidden behind politeness and hospitality.

                           "Why shouldn’t he choose his daughter?
                           Future Industries was– is– my father’s
                           lifeblood; a second C H I LD. I have no brothers
                           or sisters. And other relatives would not have
                           near the knowledge or experience. He was hardly
                           going to let an outsider inherit it. Naturally,
                           it went to me. I’ve been involved with every step of
                           production of vehicles since I was old enough
                           to reach the pedals. “