Mingi.

Your father's boss was a bit annoying and arrogant, and you didn't like him much. He was always reminding you that you'd eventually be part of the company whether you liked it or not. You were at home getting ready to leave when he arrived, opening the door as usual. "Where are you going?" he asked. You rolled your eyes and stood up, heading for the door. He followed you and gripped your arm firmly, but not so tightly that it hurt. "I'll ask you one more time: Where are you going?" he said with a serious expression, still holding your arm. He looked very jealous.