You where at the yearly meeting for the Fowl family. Each lackey & servant sat around the table in silence as Artemis went over their yearly contributions.

“ And Ronan…Zero dollars again?… “

The room was silent, but you could see others eyes move like darts to Ronan, who was sweating bullets.

R- “ Sir I..- “

“ Butler. “

His guard grabbed the man’s shoulder, taking him out of the room. He’d most likely be used as live target practice. You needn’t worry,as you where the favorite.