Taking my seat on the plane, I watched as Damian got himself situated. The swivel of the seats moved as he took his place across from me and continued barking out orders.

“Hey, make sure that Jose meets us at the airport when we land. I need to speak with him about something else.” Damian tells his Gamma, who nods and quickly exits.

“Whose that?” I asked with curiosity as his gaze turned to mine and the airplane door closed.

“Who, Jose?” Damian questioned as ...