Preparation.

The following day, we were called to meet that old man to talk about my training arrangement.

Although,I did not have the best opinion of the old man. I still needed access to his resources. So I put in a lot of work, as much as one can, being told about it just the day before.

I wore a smart light blue long sleeve shirt, a long slim black trouser, and black loafers with a sliver chain lace paired with a small sliver bracelet on my hand.

I had a black notepad I and pen I borrowed for my mother.

All together with my freshly combed hair, I looked exquisite like a miniature ceo.

I then walked into my parents' room to let them know I was ready.

Third person POV

When Dante walked in, his parents seemed to have finished and just doing some final adjustments.

His mom worn a simple and clean flowing white dress with a beautiful flower pattern design at the end. It was the kind of clothes one would wear to a picnic, not a business meeting, but somehow she made it work. It was an enchanting tango between maturity and innocent.

'Nice mum, rocking even the simplest clothing.' Dante thought, shooting a mental thumbs-up.

Ezio was dressed as though he was retired, with a loose-fitting hawaiian shirt and a matching pair of shorts. It looked like he was going to the beach and not the meeting. His looks, desperately working overtime to save him to make him look the slightest bit professional.

'Ugh, you can't take this guy anywhere. It's like he has been sent to test me.' Dante groaned.

Going deeper into the room, a sudden chill ran down his spine warning danger.

He sharply turned around for the exit to meet his mother locking it.

Although, he did not fully understand what was happening, he knew he had to get out of there before it was too late or he would be lost.

He quickly looked to the window, ready to jump from the 4th floor and leave his survive to chance. But, seemly knowing his intentions, his father was already there guarding it. The feeling of dread intensified.

His parents stared at him like starved beasts would a banquet of meat. Practically drooling as they approached, their dead eyes sparkled, they had lost all reasoning.

Dante was back into a corner, frantically searching around for anything that could be used to defend himself. His parents' approach was perfect they left him with no escape. It was over for him.

'I brought this on myself.' He thought, surrendering himself to his fate.

2 hours late

"Ugh, can we go now. We are already late for the meeting." Dante groaned.

"Come on, just one more picture." Hinata begged while tapping the snap button on her phone at speeds that would make any so-called speeders weep with envy.

And Ezio, true to his nature was zipping around taking shots or Dante from every angle possible figuratively creating a shock waves as he moved.

"THAT WHAT YOU SAID AN HOUR AGO!!" Dante shouted with indignation, slaming his black book on the floor.

"Fine. Let's go." Hinata sighed, but her hand did not stop tapping.

"Little brat, it just a few pictures. It won't kill you." Ezio muttered, sulking but still zipping around.

"Ahhhh." Dante groaned as he got up and headed for the door.