“Please pretend I’m not here you two; I want to hear the Professor’s version of my life.” Nic sits in the armchair in the opposite corner of the room with a grin. “When you’re ready good Sir.”
“I remember why I cut off contact with you a century ago.” He grumbles. “Well Miss Miller, let me begin by telling you that your father and I aren’t friends. He was merely a favor to fulfill.”
“That’s fine, I don’t need you to be friends. I just want to know how he came to be and now is.”
