XAVIERHe was throwing his head back in laughter. Harry Jenkins, I mean. Laughing loudly at what his group of friends were saying, I frowned because I was sure nothing was that funny. As we approached the group, my uncle turned to me.“The floor is yours.”A moment of confusion hit me at first but I quickly gained myself and squared my shoulders. “Mr Jenkins. A moment.” His smile faded as he turned to face me, confused about who I was at first but then he saw my uncle behind me. “Young man, how may I help you? Xerxes, do you know who he is?” I didn't need my uncle to speak for me. “My name is Xavier Volkov. Son of Marcus Volkov. I have no business with you, I need to see your son.” He turned back to his group, obviously uncomfortable about the whole situation so he tried to play it cool.“Young man, I don't know what you think you're doing but it's not funny. I was having a conversation with adults here. If you're one of my son's little friends, I'm sure you should know where
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