Had this been Karl or Will speaking to him Coal would have simply cuffed the boy upside the head and told them to get back to work. Except he would never be in this position with his adopted sons and Wall Street was nothing like them.
This god with his confusing ups and downs and strange habits was fragile. Coal would never say it out loud but he recognized it and there was a small part of his sooty black interior that felt responsible for the skinny thing in front of him.
"No. You came to the wrong mine. I can kick you down the right one after lunch."