When Kyle went down to the living room, he saw Richard sitting there on the sofa, like some King awaiting his subject. Kyle made a mental eye roll and sat down in front of him, not breaking his stride or eye contact.
Richard watched with narrowed eyes as the kid walked through the door. There was no sense of shame, or fear as he sat down across from him. From what he had dug up about the kid, he was no ordinary rich kid that was empty on the inside, riding on the coattails of his parents' wealth.
He actually had substance.
If it was any other kid, he'd probably be supportive of this whole thing.
However, there were two major problems with the young dynamite in front of him.
One, he was too young.
