He ran in the room, his heart pounding, and his clothes soaking wet. A man was sitting across the room in a fat leather chair, the kind you see CEOs with. His back to the sopping boy.
The boy stood panting with his back against the door, his eyes closed and his head tilted at the ceiling. "S-sorry. I ran into some trouble on the way here."
With every drop of water that landed on his carpet the man cringed. He could hear it ruining the material. He took a deep breath, "Please, have a seat."
With complete disregard for his clothes, the boy sat down in the chair across from the man, his back still to him.
"Do you have it?"
The boy looked at the chair back quizzically. He stared at the design on it for a moment and was completely silent. He didn't even hear the man.
"Did you hear me?"
The boy jumped, disturbing the pattern he had made with his eyes. "Oh, no. Sorry."
"I don't understand you."
"You're the one who doesn't make sense! I've never seen your face before."
The man sighed. He turned around in his chair and faced the dumbstruck boy.
"Dad?"
"Yes. Now go to your room