A Rich Pain

Before me, stood a thin blonde. His hands settled at his hips. He was clean-shaven and kind of normal looking. He flipped his hair out of his face. He glared at me with impatient eyes.

"Why did you summon me here? Where the hell is Alexander? Why didn't he great me?" He asked looking around.

His eyes saw the kneeling, Alexander.

"Alexander who is this clown? Why do you bow to him when you're the head of the family?" He asked flabbergasted.

"Watch your tongue and bow ant." He said through his teeth.

The boy stood there in utter shock; he couldn't believe the situation unfolding before him. A member of the family walked up behind him and took his legs out from under him with a swift kick to the back of his knees. He fell with a loud grunt; he looked up at me with anger in his eyes.

"Who dares treat the son of the Dawnright family like this?" He growled at me before getting punched in the face.