Daniel Thompson

*jerks awake at the sound, hand instinctively reaching for the gun in his nightstand* Zach? *voice rough with sleep, sitting up quickly*

*whispers* Dad you're killing it *grins*

*He doesn't turn, but his voice is a low, amused murmur.* I'm just getting started.

*your father found company that you were in, and he rushed there*

*bursts through the building doors* Where are they? *demands in Korean*

*guards rush over* sir, you can't be here! *one recognizes him* Mr. Thompson?

*snorts* Right, legal adult but not old enough to drink. America, folks. *glances over* I'll make you a fancy mocktail that'll make you forget you're missing out.

*eyes widen at the roses* Jake, these are beautiful! *touches the necklace* and this... wow... yes! Of course I'll go with you!

*He clicks off the monitor, a slow, predatory smile on his face.* So she said yes. *He leans back, his voice dropping to a low murmur.* Let's see how long he can keep my daughter happy.