The Joyce Residence.
Julian Joyce furiously slammed the photos in his hand onto the table. "What is this!" he roared.
Leo Joyce picked up the photos from the table, glanced at them casually, and smirked. "They're just a few pictures. Dad, if you think this isn't enough, I have plenty more."
"You brat! I'm asking you who the young woman in these photos is!"
"Oh. A girlfriend I happen to like," Leo Joyce answered nonchalantly, his head lowered as he intently studied the picture.
Seeing his son's cavalier attitude only made Julian Joyce angrier. "When did you get a girlfriend? How is it that I know nothing about this?"
"I only decided to start seeing her a few days ago. But Dad, you're going to interfere with my relationships, too?" At that, Leo Joyce looked up and studied his father.
With a grim expression, Julian Joyce cleared his throat. "It's not that I want to interfere," he said sternly. "But this young woman in the photo—do you know who she is?"
