Paul Walyon entered the room just as Old Master Walyon was reprimanding someone in his charge.
"Old Chapman, how many years have you been with me?" Old Master Walyon spoke leisurely, lightly swirling the tea in his hand with his fingertips.
"Master, fifty years." Old Chapman answered truthfully.
"Fifty years, most of a lifetime! You were born in the same year as Paul, all these years you've been by my side, just like a son!" Old Master Walyon sighed.
"Master, you've always treated me well, Old Chapman is endlessly grateful in his heart." Old Chapman's head hung low the entire time.
"You still realize I've treated you well, you've been by my side for so long, so you should know my style as well?" Old Master Walyon drank a sip of tea, his expression suddenly becoming serious.
"Yes, Master." Old Chapman's head hung even lower.
Paul Walyon watched quietly beside them, not understanding what was happening.
