Third Person's Point of View
"What did you say!? You didn't get them?" the vein in Christopher's neck was nearly severed as the uniformed guard in front of his cell confronted him. They give him special treatment because he has a lot of money. The guard's body immediately trembled and he bowed.
"I-I'm sorry, Boss ... Your grandson has arrived--" Christopher's forehead furrowed even more.
"What? He's here?" yet the guard nodded repeatedly as Christopher sat just to one side in a prefabricated gold chair. Even though he was in prison he still wanted to enjoy his luxury life. He needs to find a way to get out of here as soon as possible.
"Yes, Boss. He is here,"
"When did he get back?" the guard shook his head at Christopher's question.
