"He'll do alright," Robert said. "Owens is in charge of the training program, though, and...."
"Owens?" Kate asked. "Dear lord, he'll kill that boy. You all thought Brian was a taskmaster. Well, there's Brian, and then there's Owen."
"Well, he did say he wanted to learn," Robert laughed. "Now, Jack, if you want to show Brant where he needs to be physically--or to have a bit of fun with him--pop over there tomorrow, you and Steven, and just join the team in the morning work out. I've got no doubt you'll do alright. Maybe he'll wake up to where the benchmark is that he needs to work for."
"Oh, you old fool," Kate scowled. "You couldn't keep up with that. Stop asking them to do what you can't."
"You think I couldn't?" He looked at her. "Seriously?"
"I know you couldn't?" she laughed. He looked at Jack. Kate obviously didn't know that Robert was the one who designed the work outs.
"She might have something to learn, mightn't she?" Robert looked at Jack.
"Oh, posh," she waved him away.