Chapter 2
by 
Loeman
Who would you like to follow?
Jack, white businessman and father of a mixed-race daughter
Where the fuck could she be?
Jack's hands tightened on the leather-bound steering wheel of his Lexus. Tonight, of all nights, 20 minutes away from officially being a young woman, and the stupid girl was still missing. Still not answering her phone. How stupid could she be? Jack swore to himself that when he got his hands on her she would be in the worst trouble of her young life. That is ... if she wasn't already in the worst trouble of her life, he thought grimly.
"Fuck!" he swore out loud, and pounded the steering wheel repeatedly, unable to keep his anger bottled up internally.