I don't need any more money.

"Sorry, Michael," Nick says, shaking his head. "I have enough money to handle everything, and Kate's business prospectus didn't mention any other investors. You'll always be welcome here, even after the change in management. But I don't like giving too much control to other people."

Michael seems disappointed, but accepts the answer. "I'd like to still be involved."

"You can be; I'm sure Kate can find things she wants help with," Nick agrees. "But just as an assist, not an owner," Nick finishes.

"And the other thing?"

Nick smiles, and grips Michael's shoulder. "Your business is your business. Who you bring as your guest, and what you do here, that's up to you."

Nick hears footsteps, heavy trods, Graham. He turns, and the man has approached to within a few feet. The monster notes it's inside the lethal space; Aden forces those thoughts down. I won't need to fight with this man, not here, he thinks. "What can I do for you, Graham?"

"You ain't impressin' me with yer people skills," Graham grunts, aggravated.

"Good thing Kate's going to run the place, then." Nick sighs. "Look, let's cut through this bullshit between us, okay?"

"If yer done crushing the kid's dreams, I need an answer."

"Damn it, Graham," Kate interjects, frustrated. "Let Nick at least have tome to think about things."

"No need to wait," Nick says. "I can tell you right now, Graham,-"