He turned around to leave, but Archibald said something to him that stopped him right on his heels.
"Do you know something?" he said. "I have a son right around your age. Though it may seem that... the two of you couldn't be any more different."
"Tyler Mooney," Darren said, half-glancing over his shoulder. "Yeah I know your son. Everyone in the city does."
He hesitated. "By the looks of things, the apple didn't fall very far from the tree."
Archibald instantly grimaced. "Have a goodnight, Mr. Steele."
"Yeah," Darren replied. "You have a good night too."
He sunk both hands into his pocket and headed out of the lounge. The guard followed by his side. Olivia stood up to leave, glancing back at Archibald for a moment.
Standing there, the silver maned lion glared back at her, squinting his eyes like he was communicating to her using the force. Olivia had an uncomfortable look on her face as she turned around and followed after Darren, leaving the private lounge.
