the Dekker's family

Desmond Dekker was skeptical when Robert Doberman scheduled an appointment with him.

At one point, he respected the Doberman's clan but after their great downfall, he viewed them with disdain.

Robert Doberman didn't mention why he wanted to meet him, but Desmond Dekker could speculate what Robert Doberman was after.

“Possibly, some financial aid,” Larry Dekker, his eldest son, said as he cut into his steak. “It's very obvious. The Doberman's clan is finished. I heard not even the bank would loan them money.”

Robert Doberman chuckled as he sipped from his can of beer. “I'll like to see that blasted idiot try. If he dare ask me for help, I'll make sure I disgrace him.”

Naomi Dekker, his daughter, chimed in. “Should you even grant the Doberman clan any audience? They're not worth entertaining.”

“That's why I decided against holding this meeting in my office,” Desmond Dekker said. “I chose the beach, so I can keep it casual.”

“I hate the Doberman's clan, especially that idiot, Moses,”