Techno was in the room with Wilbur and Tommy, bored and frankly just waiting to see Wilbur's new bodyguard their mom, Kristin, had hired for him. Being so he’s a famous musician and a CEO’s oldest son seemed about right.

Wilbur was sitting in a chair, scrolling through his phone and not paying any attention to what was around him.

A person walked in, black jeans and a black shirt with their hair tied back and white gloves on their hands. “Hello Mr. Blade and Mr. Soot, I am the one Mrs. Kristin hired to–”

Wilbur interrupted them. “Don't care, Techno look at this cutie I saw at the club last night, you think I could run into them again by chance?” techno dragged a hand down his face.

“Look in front of you dumbass.” He deadpanned, smacking Wilbur on the back of his head, Wilbur rolled his eyes while swatting Techno's hand away and looking up to the bodyguard. His eyes went wide, and his expression went from one of shock to delight.

Wilbur smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Looks like you found your way to me darling.”