Clyde stood quietly beside Micah, his eyes fixed on him with a sharp, focused gaze. He hardly blinked, never once looking away. He was watching every twitch, every blink, every small change in Micah's face. Like he was studying him under a microscope. The name Clyde Du Pont wasn't just a name. It carried weight. Power, rumours and a reputation that reached far. People reacted to it in all kinds of ways. Clyde had seen them all.
Some would flinch the moment they heard it. Their eyes would widen, and they stepped back like they were standing too close to a monster. Scared. Nervous.
Some would just stare at him like they were trying to match the rumours with the real person. Wanting to see if he really looked as cold or dangerous as the stories said. Some of them would smile too much. Talk too sweet. Try to flatter him, like they had hit the jackpot and wanted to get in his good books. Those types usually had an angle, hoping to get close to the Du Pont fortune or connections.
