It was from Ethan. He stood up straight, and then he fastened the buttons on his suit. He looked towards the house and then back at Ricky. The entire property from the curb up to the front porch was littered with paparazzi. "Spread out," he said. "You know what to do."
"Yes, sir!" Ricky replied. With the slightest wave of his hand, he summoned his crew, and within minutes they had destroyed all of the equipment that the reporters had brought with them. The reporters cursed and swore, and when they realized it would do no good, they began to skulk away.
Two of the guards joined Ethan as he approached the house; one on either side of him and, when he reached the door, he rapped his knuckles upon it seven times. When William heard him at the door, he urgently rushed downstairs, and when he opened the door, he pretended to be surprised. "Wow!" he said. "Ethan, it is good to see you!"
