“Depends on how well she does. And stop calling her that, it’s juvenile.” “Maybe if you stop having her call you sir. It’s demeaning.” I suppress a smile, impossibly proud of my baby brother. The little rascal is so mature for his age. Daniel raises a brow. “Jay, was it?” “Jayden. You didn’t get the okay to call me Jay.” “Not asking for it in this lifetime.” My brother lifts his shoulder. “Your loss. When I become something important in the future, you’ll want my favor.” “Doubt it.”
