
I immediately replied to Nathan and said he could come.
"You're going to stay in NY now?"
"Yes, there will probably be assignments elsewhere as well. But obviously there's no fieldwork anymore."
"Is Callaway still threatening you?" Suddenly he asked me about my case again.
"Hmm.I assume it's an empty threat. He said I'd regret it if I turned down his offer of cooperation."
"That's really so." I shrugged, I don't think he'd dare to act again. If he dares to say it to make his son punished more severely.
Nathan arrived shortly afterwards. He was still wearing work clothes when he came. His calm bearing made me smile at him. Moreover, he was willing to come here. I waved at him, he came from behind Dad.
Dad looked back.
"This is Nathan Garcia's father. This is my father Daniel Heatherton..." The two men looked at each other for the first time.
"Nathan Garcia?" Why did Dad seem to ask about his name.
"Sir Heatherton's..." He was stunned for a moment before he took control of himself. "Sir, nice to meet you." Nathan shook my hand. Dad shook his hand. I looked at his expression, he looked like he was unhappy with Nathan. What's the matter? What's wrong...
The awkward residence lasted for a moment.
"I'm honored to meet you Sir." Nathan took the initiative to speak.
"Hm." I saw Dad's expression. He doesn't seem to like Nathan that much. His face did not show a smile. Wh why? Now I wonder...
"He knows what happened when you were kidnapped?" He whispered to me.
"Yes he knows. Actually the one who tried to find me was him, the one who tried to spread a 2 million dollar contest to find me at the border through his Uncle." I don't talk whispering.
"So he's a gangster mafia,..."
"Hmm. not really, the main job of the entrepreneur." I find it hard to say. How explained.
"You're my daughter's boyfriend? How did you protect her until she was kidnapped? He's involved in this because of you, isn't he?" Questions are immediately accompanied by a tone of anger.
"Dad..." I wonder why my father directly burdened him with such responsibility.
"I was wrong then Sir, now I assign an experienced bodyguard to escort him."
"Green Berets."
"How did the Russians kidnap you? You didn't say it..." It's my turn to ask me. I was so excited about that aura.
"Ehmm. I was hit from behind." He's breathing now.
"You and I need to talk alone." He pointed at Nathan.
"I understand. My business card sir." He received the name card he gave. I didn't know Dad had that kind of intimidating ability.
"Hmmm..."
"Dad you knew Nathan before?" I was curious about this strange drama in front of me. Why Nathan is so disinclined to Dad.
"No." The answer is only short. I went back to Nathan who didn't talk.
"You knew my father before?" I'm watching Nathan.
"No, we just met for the first time of course." He smiled at me. But I don't believe his words.
"Why are you guys acting like people you've known before."
"Kate, I don't know him. Let's order some food. We all want to eat here." He opened the menu book. Then stop now. "One more question..." I think it's a serious question, Dad's expression is a bit scary now.
"What question is Dad?"
"You guys live together?" With the fact that Dad doesn't like it that much, it seems. The honest answer seems to be problematic for Nathan for a while.
"No. I live in my own apartment." Dad saw me answer him he turned to look at Nathan.
"Actually I was afraid of jeopardizing his security, so I asked him to stay with me in the West Village, Manhattan, where there was a complete and more secure security. Just yesterday she moved to my place, she still has her own room." Nathan wouldn't even mind answering honestly without being told to. Dad looked at her I think glaring at her more precisely.
"Hmm, let's order." I seem satisfied with that answer. I really wonder why they have such interactions as people who have known before.
"Garcia, order..." And this time I let him order. But the conversation between them is still stiff. Nathan looks a little tense. He doesn't start the conversation if you don't ask.
I have to ask if they really don't know Nathan before.
Seriate....