Third-person POV
“We need to get Derek out of the way,” Charles told Mr. Alberto as soon as they worked out of the building.
Mr. Alberto remained silent throughout the whole ride, and this did not go down well with Charles. He thought he had Mr. Alberto wrapped around his fingers.
A miserable, heartless man whose son just abandoned him for someone who wanted his death.
And if he had been truthful, it had worked. He had played the victim card, and it worked perfectly well until today, until that little girl with big blue eyes and long black hair showed her face again. Yelling at him and calling him the worst dad ever. It did not hold matters that Derek had told him these exact words yesterday.
He sighed. He was running out of time. He needed to do something quickly.
"Dad, are you lis
