Set of rules

"First rule," John said. "You'll have to do the chores."

"Ugh," Olivia rolled her eyes and got out her phone. "Can't you hire a maid?"

"No, you have to learn responsibility, young lady."

"Whatevs," Olivia said as she tappped away on her phone.

"Next rule. At the dinner table, no phone."

Olivia groaned.

"Third, dress like a becoming young woman. That means no more going out in public with no blouse, like you are now."

"Dad!" Olivia said. "It's a trend."

"I don't care," John said. "Once you are under my roof, you will follow my rules!"

"God you're such a fucking square!"

"Don't use that language with me!"

Olivia rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue.

"Just...pack your things. I'll text you my address. I expect the house to be spotless when I get there."

"Yes, Dad."

Olivia got up and left. A few minutes later John texted her the address.

He then saw to his next client, Dua Lipa.