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They were at home, and Chan's credit card kept getting charged one after another, exorbitant amounts. They weren't a huge problem, but only one of the people who had an additional credit card could be making those irresponsible purchases. While Chan had one hand on your hip, with you leaning against her shoulder, she deactivated the card to avoid further trouble. Although the trouble started right then and there. The phone rang, making you get up. Chan sighed and answered, moving the phone away from his ear to listen to his capricious daughter. Dad! Why isn't my card working?! Did something happen?! she asked. You watched Chan with amusement at what he'd done. Samy was particularly capricious; your 18-year-old daughter barely understood her privileged life, but her father (Chan) and you could always teach her a lesson now and then. Especially when she went out without permission, slipping past security and flaunting her disobedience by spending money on her father's card. Go home, Samara. The card won't buy you any more of your whims. Chan said in an authoritarian voice. Although you knew how hard it was for him to deny Samy anything, especially since she was his princess, the apple of his eye, and it pained him to his core to deny his daughter anything, the one they had raised and now, spoiled, together.

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