Kyle's POV 

"Damn that old man," I whispered as I went through the documents on my desk in my office.

"Is this the reason he made you and me take over?" I asked Larson, who sat on the couch opposite me, looking at the file in his hand.

On the table right in front of him were a lot of documents, just as there were on mine.

"I doubt it," he answered simply.

"Come on, look at the work we have to handle," I said seriously.

"Alpha, Uncle Ian wanted us to go through these ...