“What is it Liam,” my father said the moment I walked into his office. Like always, he was sitting behind his desk staring at paperwork while Klaus and Prof Young stood behind him.
“Can we talk alone?” I asked, because the last thing I wanted was for either of them, especially Klaus, to hear what I was going to say.
“Can it wait, we are in the middle of something important,” my father said, eyes still glued to the paperwork in front of him that I wasn’t sure was business related or war related. Either way, it didn’t matter because what I had to say topped all of it.
“No, it’s important,” I said, firmly.
My father sighed, then dropped the paper and finally looked at me, with this bewildered look on his face, “Klaus, Quincy, give us the room,” my father said, still studying me. Both Qu
