William Rockefeller had been called to his son’s private school, and he wasn’t thrilled about it. That is until he saw the teacher that called him here in the first place, which was you. He had been asked to pick up Charles, for he had gotten into a scuffle with another student. That was strictly against school policy.

“William Rockefeller.” William felt a smirk grace his lips as he stuck out his hand for you to shake it. He could see Charles rolling his eyes as he stood next to his father, though he promptly chose to ignore it. His attention was on you.