Farrell's POV
Samuel on my right, is much more comfortable than I am. As if he is participating in an entertainment segment. He is at ease, laid back and is smirking at my - our father before us.
Aylee is to my left and she is tight lipped. Everyone else is just right outside, probably trying their best to eavesdrop.
"Why are you here?" I ask my father.
"To stare, I suppose" Samuel says, readjusting his watch timing, as if it's even working. It stopped working days ago, and Aylee said he still puts it on because time doesn't matter to him. It's all about the look, apparently that's what he said.
"The supernatural board is not what you think it is," my father says and I resist my urge to laugh straight at his face.
"My father is not who I thought I was. So I guess now I am prone
