Barnabus, how long has it been, five.., ten years perhaps?" She greeted, sat and poured out some wine. With one taste, the bottle of wine was placed on the table. "85, I see they gave you the cheap stuff."
"What do you want, Caroline," Barnabus got straight to the point. This woman had always turned her nose down on him. Caroline would dare not be seen within 100ft of him in the past. She was the headmaster of Good Samaritan, and unlike their namesake, there was nothing good about them.
"Testy…, huh. Ok fine. I want the kid. Give me your terms," she said while signalling to a young woman who followed. If she were going to drink something, it would not be the crap they served to Barnabus.
