"How come?" Vincent asked, crossing his legs comfortably and going through the file carefully.
"I don't know, probably a mole, Paul sent this to me by mail this morning." Mason said gesturing to the file, as he opened his drawer bringing out a windpipe.
Vincent carefully looked at the file furrowing his brows, while Mason lit up his pipe taking in a huge drag from it.
"There are two underaged children in this house." Vincent stated with his head still buried in the file, the smell of the smoke wafted into his nose, that is why he knew his father is smoking without even raising his head up.
"You fucking bastard, are you forgetting that those two children are my grandchildren, and this is my house." Mason sneered with anger, "This is sweet flavoured." He grumbled the remaining part while Vincent just rolled his eyes.
"So what if Anna come up to you and say, grandpa, can I taste it?" Vincent questioned slamming the file on the desk.
