"What do you want Farren? You haven't called me in two years, so why all of a sudden you storm into my building." I raise an eyebrow and entwine my fingers. "You already know. Dad called you last night, did he not?" I tightened my jaw. "Of course he sent you, but I would've expected Nikki or AnnaLee. Definitely not you." I smirked, knowing that got under his skin. He was always the baby, he never got to help out with our jobs growing up or help with the big stuff, father never took him seriously enough. Which is probably why his rebel-like charms gets him in so much trouble. He clenched his jaw and tightened his grip on the armchair he so comfortably sat in.