"Daddy," Brittany screeched then got up to run to her father.
George Mason stood in all his six-foot height still in a business suit despite it being after nine o'clock at night. He looked just like his deceased father, Christopher down to the grey eyes that Kat had also inherited.
He had aged slightly from the picture Kat had once seen in her mother's possession. A dusting of grey hair on his temples instead of the brown he had the rest of the head.
"Hi, princess." he greeted smiling at Brittany.
"Daddy, Justin, your imbecile of a son ditched me again," Brittany complained with a pout.
"That is my fault, I told him I needed to come to this site today and ordered him back. I will fly with you tonight. For now, why don't you go get ready I need to speak to your sister," he instructed
