Etienne and Money pushed open the front door to the hotel and stood outside in front of the entrance. Money panted, his hands on his knees while Etienne crossed his arms.
"What was that?" Etienne asked flatly. Not annoyance, closer to confusion.
Money looked up at him, "That…was how people feel about you and your parents to this day. I know that was a lot. And I won't lie to you, that will probably happen again as we go out in public more, especially near Astoria. But look on the positive side, the people of Astoria still love and revere you and your parents, even all these years later."
Before Etienne could respond, Money's phone started to ring. He pulled it out and stared at the caller ID before exhaling and putting the phone to his head.
He glanced at Etienne one more time, "I'll be back. My dad is calling."
He stormed off, talking angrily into the phone.
