THE CONTRACT MISTAKE

"Elara! I said I don't want to meet with anyone, Shawn yelled at the door, his brows creased into a large frown.

"I am sorry sir but…

"Shawn open up, I need to talk to you ," Mr Dylan Harrington baritone voice boomed at the other end of the door.

Shawn groaned inwardly, knowing fully well what his grandfather's visit meant.

He tapped the button on his desk and the door opened. A man of age 70 walked in an elegant and domineering manner. His Grey hair and beards complements his white skin, his black tuxedo and leather shoes gives him a sophisticated business look. After all he was a Harrington, descendant of the most prestigious lineage, From the kindred of Royalty. The wealthiest family, more like endorsement In all of California .

"What are you doing here". came Shawn 's uninterested voice.

"Is it now a crime to visit my Grandson ," Mr Dylan said icily, faking the smile plastered on his face, as he took a seat on the vacant chair .

Shawn wondered why he was trying his best to smile when he hated it so much, his grandfather loathed the thing called 'smile', he referred to it as an unnecessary punishment.

"Quit smiling”. Shawn grumbled in sheer disgust.

Mr Donald's face became hard as rock, he quit smiling and gave his usual expression which still creeps the people around him including Shawn.

"You haven't been home in a week. Wait, have you been trying to avoid? Me ? Do you think hiding in that crib you call a house will keep you away from me?”. Mr Dylan asked Shawn who kept silent, staring around his office like he was there for the first time.

"I have been busy lately, I had places to be and people to ". Shawn said but one glance from his grandfather meant he wasn't buying his story.

"Do you want me to have that piece of shit destroyed for the uptenth time ? …… Speak up Shawn, cause I guess you enjoy it when I crush every cottage you build in the middle of a fucking forest right? Mr Dylan chukled his lips not moving at the slightest.

"I got those buildings with my hard earned money, you can't keep ruining them because you have the power to, I work tirelessly and with my efforts". Shawn gritted out glaring at his grandfather.

"I also worked hard for my money Shawn, I inherited and still worked hard, you are in this position because of me, so what do you have to say about that". Mr Dylan asked in a mocking tone.

"That I never asked you for this position, you forced me to be here. I have my own profession and I don't need all of this. " Shawn stated clenching and unclenching his fist.

" You call that trash a profession. What is it again? Oh yes Music, For Goodness sake Shawn, you are a Harrington ….A Harrington”. Mr Dylan half yelled.

Shawn kept mute, gritting his teeth inwardly, how much he hated the man seated in his midst right now.

"I thought you loved your Grandmother so much Shawn, why are you finding it so difficult to fulfill her dying wish". Mr Dylan asked, his voice hard as ever yet calmer than how he had spoken earlier.

Shawn sighs, staring out the windows rather than at his grandfather, it was yet another moment of threats and emotional blackmail.

"I am working towards it". Shawn simply replied to his Grandfather.

"For how long Shawn, you are 30 for crying out loud, how long do I have to wait, when I get to my death bed right? That would be the perfect time, won't it? Mr Dylan asked in disbelief.