Keena watched the man who stood in front of her, ginning at her. Manson, that's what he called himself. Who the fuck was this man and why was he here? Aedan smiled at the young man who he knew from his old friend. Most did not know how close the two men use to be before his friend had passed. He knew Manson from when he was little. Keena wouldn't remember, though she did enjoy tackling the boy.<br/><br/>"Thank you Manson. My it has been such a long time since I have seen you." Aedan waved at one of his men to take the box from the man. "I do apologize for your father. I would have attended the funeral, but I was having problems at the time." He turned to look at his daughter who was still studying the young man who was turn his attention to her.<br/><br/>"My father has said nothing of you. Manson was it?" She turned her bright blue eyes to her father, brushing her hair back over her shoulder. A pair of skinny blue jeans showed her legs with the knee high boots. A bell sleeved crop top showed off her stomach. Her father raised a brow at her.<br/><br/>"Well dear, I am tired of you disappearing. I am hiring someone to keep an eye on you. Manson here, has come to pay respects to us. And I believe he came to inquire about the job." Aedan stated and sat back in his chair and twined hies fingers together.<br/><br/>"You're what!?" Keena snapped. A bodyguard? No, a babysitter. That was what her dad was doing.