Beckham
I walk into the office and take my seat. My father-in-law is busy doing paper work. He barely glances at me. He keeps doing whatever he is doing. James walks in a couple of minutes later and shuts the door behind him. "So, I looked into her, and we have a problem. The name she gave is not matching up," he says, and I am confused. "Look boy, as soon as you called me about what happened, I called him to get on it. I will be damned if another one of my daughters gets hurt. I know you are a little dumber than the rest of them, Beckham, in a good way. You are basically too nice and trusting. You always want to do the right thing. You want to help and save people. You want to be the good guy, but end up being the bad guy, because you try too hard. You are not like this guy who glares at
