"W–Who's that?" Marie's eyes narrowed as she looked up
"You expecting guests, Twerp?"
Trent chuckled, watching the helicopter land on the middle of the field.
"You'll see" he mused as he walked forward.
Isak waved at him as he stepped out of the helicopter, blocking his head with one hand
"Isak Slumba?" Anton muttered as he walked behind Trent.
"You know him?"
"I know his father— Cunning Old Man. He's a Friend. Why's his son here?"
"Who's he?" Marie asked, looking at Trent.
"CEO of Slumbr Inc." Trent mused, glancing at her.
"He's come to deliver my package"
"Package?" She asked, confused,
"Wait. Don't tell me---"
"Correct"
"You crazy rich bastard..." She growled, looking towards the helicopter.
"What's happening?" Anton asked
"Trent!!!" Isak called out excitedly, interrupting their talk.
"You're here faster than I expected— It's less than 30 minutes" Trent chuckled, quickening his steps to meet Isak
