CHAPTER 11 REFUSAL

Minerva's Pov "What's going on, Dad?" As I walked into his office, he raised a brow in response to my question. "What do you mean, sweetie?" Before I continued, I narrowed my gaze at him, wondering whether he was acting or if he was genuinely worried. "Luke told me—" "Ah! Yeah." He stopped me, his eyes widening in remembrance. "I had forgotten to tell you myself. "You are going to stand in for our defense at the summit." "Why Dad?" I cried. "You could easily find someone else who would do the job. All they need to do is make a compelling statement, play a few of the videos, and nothing more. Did it have to be me?" "I'm glad you mentioned the little issue of making a compelling statement." My father arose. "But you see, not many people would be able to be as articulate as you would, you know?" "Darius, Dad. He's not a dunce, and neither is he a clown. He's your son." My father shook his head. "He may not be as articulate as I want him to be." "Dad, all we need is for some