Krystal's visit to Dalton.

Twenty-six. 26.

Krystal.

I waited patiently but uncomfortably in his living room. I had come to see Dalton.

The maid ushered me in exactly fifteen minutes ago but I haven't seen Dalton.

Just as I contemplated leaving, Dalton came in.

The devil's attendant. Mom is the devil herself.

I swallowed down nothing. Since I knew Dalton, I have never spoken to him directly or been in an enclosed space with him alone. He looks bigger than I last saw him.

Dalton in his huge self landed on the last stair, smiling broadly immediately after he saw me.

Is it just my eyes or that Chris looks nothing like his parents?

I kept mute and started sheepishly at Dalton until he got in the living room with me.

"Good afternoon sir, " I greeted, blinking rapidly.

"Krystal? You requested to see me? Or do you want to speak with Chris? " He asked impatiently, not even responding to my greetings.

"No. I am not here for Chris. I am here to see you, Mr. Dalton, " I said politely givin