He really doesn't like you, but at least it's not a no.

The man laughs “well, I’ll be dammed. I seriously thought you were a time filler guy for college and that she would have dumped you the moment college was over. I REALLY thought she would have just laughed you off if you ever got the balls to ask, but since your calling, she must take you seriously.”

“Does that mean this was all some sick joke, and we have your blessing”

The man’s tone gets stern. “Now, boy, don't put the cart before the horse. The girl you are asking to marry is my princess, and frankly, I never believed you were good enough for her. I was happy she never asked me to fuck her in front of you because that met you were not really dating. Now I am going to be real with you, boy; I think her last boyfriend was much better for her than you. At least he was going someplace with his life and could get my daughter the life she deserved. If his stomach wasn't so dam gone weak, I might even say he was nearly perfect for her. Far from what you are.”

The older man finally has to take a breath allowing you to get a word in, “Sir, money isn't everything, I can love her more than any money could buy, but even at that, I believe I am going to get more than a respectable job once I graduate.”

The man's voice once again laughed. “You have a better chance of hitting an iceberg in August in Huston than getting a job that can afford my daughter, on your own with your degree. No, when you graduate, you will come and work for me so I can make sure my daughter has the life she deserves.”

Usually, Greg wouldn't even look at anyone's resume if they had less than fifteen years of experience. A job with him is more than any college student could or should dream of, not to mention he basically said you could marry his daughter, leaving you almost speechless “well, thank you, sir.”

Greg groaned in discomfort. “Don’t thank me yet, boy. I still don't think you're good enough for my daughter, and I am going to make it my mission either make her see it or make you leave. So if you want to marry my daughter, you first must agree to work at my company until you can find a job that pays more than what I’ll pay you. And second, I pay monthly, but I’ll only be giving you that paycheck after I finish fuck my daughter in front of you. If you can agree to that, then you can marry my daughter.”

You are left speechless as the man caught twice over the phone before continuing “well if you're going to be my son-in-law, you're going to have to get used to following my orders. So why don't you be a good little piece of trash and hand the phone to my daughter? I need to have a word with her.” Feeling as if you have just been beaten up by a gang of high school bullies, you softly hand the phone over to Amy, just to hear half of the conversion.

Amy confident answers, “yes, dad, I am sure.” to her father's first question, followed quickly by, “You know, I find that kind of endearing.”

By the third thing, she said, she was clearly annoyed as she placed her free hand on her hip. “Well, if I remember correctly, you didn't like things about him either.”

About thirty seconds later, she answered, “You can try, dad, but we are forever, and you can’t change forever.” At that, she sets down the phone and jumps into your arms while screaming, “WE ARE GETTING MARRIED!”