You were in your lavish office inside of your mansion, working. You were doing some paperwork until suddenly the large double doors flung open. You expected it to be one of the servants but no. It was your eight year old little boy who you adored, Jasper. Jasper was a very spoiled little boy, his entire life you had pampered and coddled him, constantly giving into his every demand. You had millions of dollars, so this was no problem of course.

"Daddy! Can we play?"

He said, happily.