Zoey could feel the waves of rage rolling off her father. She had seldom seen him so upset and her own anger rose because he was not angry at what she had been subjected to but rather that Quentin had the audacity to parade that knowledge in front of him. She knew at that moment that she had made the right choice. Zoey walked quickly, already knowing better than to keep Quentin waiting. The door opened smoothly and she stood aside to let her father storm past. Instinctively upon hearing her father's voice raised in anger, Zoey cringed. Once she had closed the door to watch her new Master easily diffuse the situation was a smirk on his face. Was her father, a man that she had admired and adored right up until the moment he sold her, really such a fool?<br/><br/>She moved closer, stopping a fair distance away from the two men as they continued speaking. The barbs they tossed back and forth stung her as well. It did not matter though. This was her life now and if it took bankrupting her father to earn her Quentin's mercy then she would do it. When they moved to the card table she took up a place at her father's shoulder, just behind his chair. Her head was angled down and if one was not paying attention one might easily miss that her eyes were now similarly downcast but already scanning her father's cards. Zoey found herself hoping that everything went to plan because if she was discovered and her father did manage to win her back she had a very bad feeling that her lot in life would not improve much. Her father was not a forgiving man.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>