But he didn't know!
Just a few minutes ago, he was eager to recruit those two prodigies into his team!
Feeling guilty, Timothy extended his little arm and started to massage his shoulders.
"Uncle, your shoulders are very tense; have you been working too hard?"
He tested tentatively, then motioned to Timmy with his chin.
"Brother, can you massage uncle's legs for a bit? It must be tiring walking around the office all the time."
Roy Lewis looked expectantly at his son. Remembering the boy's grumbling in the morning, he was afraid that his son would turn his face away and start complaining again.
Unexpectedly, his usually spoiled and irritable little son nodded, brought a stool over, settled himself and started massaging his father's calves.
In all the four years that Roy Lewis had doted on this little treasure, this was the first time he was being served by him.
"Uncle, is it comfortable? How's the pressure?"
Hearing Timothy's milky voice, Roy Lewis felt his bones melt.
