Zeus knows.
He knows what happened to me.
"Sir, one second. They haven't been giving us information, since the beginning. They're willing to talk now-"
"At the expense of my son?" My father glared at the woman dressed formally.
"Sir, we'll take extra-"
"Not to make s**t worse, but he's already interrogating them, so..." Caspian spoke up, eyeing the three of us. "Might as well finish what he started,"
"Hi, shall we get to a private rooms?" The woman walked up to us, giving us a tight lipped smile. Zion and Zeus groaned, looking away.
"This b***h is always in our business," Zeus grumbled under his breath.
"Mr Reagan, if you can just talk to us, perhaps we can come up with a much better agreement," the lady turned to Zeus.
"Funny of you to assume I'd want to talk to you," Zeus
