Knoxville POV
I sat in my car, waiting for my dad's PA to arrive. The door swung open, and he slipped into the passenger seat beside me. He turned to face me, his expression expectant. "You said you wanted to see me, Knoxville. I'm here now," he said, his voice neutral.
I smirked, a hint of amusement dancing on my lips. "I wanted to ask you something very important," I said, my tone measured. The PA nodded, his eyes locked on mine. "What is it?" he asked, his voice encouraging me to continue.
I chuckled, a low, throaty sound, and leaned back in my seat. The PA's eyes narrowed slightly, his expression curious. He seemed to sense that whatever I was about to ask was significant, and he was ready to listen.
I leaned forward, my eyes locking onto the PA's. "What did you know about Henry?"
