The Baker Family House in Silicon Valley
Bryan Baker stood before an elderly man with white stubble and firm, disciplinary eyes.
His face was twisted into a stern frown as he watched a video on a tablet.
After the video ended, he turned off the screen and raised his head to glare at his grandson.
"You fool! How long has this video been circulating online, and how long did you plan to wait before telling me about it?"
Bryan lowered his eyes, gritting his teeth in fear as he muttered, "Grandfather, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Just harmless play between boys, which I was handling."
"You don't have to worry about it. Go back home and I'll take care of it. I always take care of these things, remember?"
The words had barely left his mouth when the old man hurled the tablet at him.
Bryan, whose eyes were still lowered, didn't see the device coming and was hit squarely in the face.
