Your Son Looks Just Like You, Doesn't He?

A man in a power motorbike follows Andrea discreetly as she rides around town. He finally stopped at a distance when he saw her stop her car.

With his black helmet still intact, he watched her walk into an entertainment company. She reappeared seconds later, clutching some papers in her hand.

She got into her car again and drove off and so did the man on the motorbike. They got to a junction where he realized he had lost her.

With a light sigh, he found a safe place to park and took out his phone. He typed some words on it, but before he could tap the send button, it got snatched away from him.

He swiftly moved his elbow, but got it seized by a stronger hand.

"If only I had use for your arms I would've broken them."

He heard Andrea's voice and paused.

Andrea released her grip on him when she saw him relax. Then she went ahead to swipe through his phone.

"My father sent you, didn't he?"

"You don't sound surprised." The man mumbled, looking up at her.

"Oh, Murphy, my father had