Ryley calmly sat down in the only chair there and received the papers Dylan handed him. "Thank you. I have ordered dinner for you in the other room."
Dylan shook his head in return and stood beside Ryley. "I can eat later." His eyes then rolled at the figure Ryley had just invited inside and asked, "Should I call Lucas to bring the man here now?"
"Later." Ryley briefly answered, then turned towards Harry, who looked rather puzzled and petrified. Alas, the tender look on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a grim light flashing across his brown eyes.
"Mr. Harry." He called, then gestured with his hand to come closer.
Harry swallowed his throat and led himself closer with reluctant steps. "Wh-what does this mean, Mr. Ryley? Didn't you say—"
Before he could finish his sentence, Ryley interrupted by reading the paper out loud to him.
