"Do you not remember his name?" I asked, enjoying every minute of this.
Dad furrowed his brow.
"Wasn't it Christian or something like that?" he asked.
I snorted.
"And you say I don't pay attention," I muttered.
"Yes, well, he's mostly referred to as The Prodigy when I hear about him," Dad said.
"Well, his name isn't Christian," I told him. "It's Kieran."
I watched my father's eyes start to widen.
"And if you paid any attention to the things your secretary has you sign..." I continued. "You would have noticed you signed an NDA for Kieran Van Rensselaer before he moved her for the year. You would have known that he was going by Kieran Powell. You would have been more prepared when he fell in love with Otti and dragged me into the middle of it all. And you might have had a chance to c
