That night, Kyle was looking through the files that Sam had given him.
He leaned back on his chair as he sighed deeply. Xing Han came up to him and peered down at his face from behind him.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Kyle handed him the file and explained, "The first part is the promotional tour events. The second part is the MIB stuff and things I need to do for Big Bro Nic."
Xing Han sat on his bed, gritted his teeth upon hearing Nitocris's name.
"Why'd you gotta help him anyway?" Xing Han complained, "Doesn't he have his own men? I mean, isn't he like some big shot company guy?"
"Well, ye-es," Kyle replied then grinned as he looked at Xing Han, "But if you were to choose between having me do the work, or your men, which one would you pick?"
"You, of course," Xing Han replied without hesitation.
"It's the same for Big Bro Nic," Kyle explained patiently, though the real reason was more than that. Kyle simply chose a method that Xing Han would be able to accept easier.
