Aiden laughed softly. “No, I’d write you up as very generous; especially to reporters who otherwise would be back in the office having sandwiches at their desks with only a cup of too sweet tea to drink.”
He paused then, listening intently to what King was saying although it made very little sense. Obviously there was some sort of problem there, and he couldn’t help but wonder what that was about. Maybe a break in? Something stolen? After all, if Mr. Price needed to tighten his already considerably tight security it had to be something very important.
“Yes, my son. James, he’s two years old and I only have him. His father and I split not long after he was born.” Carefully he smoothed his trousers down over his knees. “Was that anything important? I understand if you need to cut this a little short.” He understood only too well. Either he always had to run after a story, or Alexander got a phone call and was off. Large corporations didn’t run themselves it seemed and busy men couldn’t afford to be unreachable.