LOVE AND CONTRACT

It was dully composed of marble corridors; the sound of Louis Sebastian's shoes could be heard as he deliberately walked to his father's office, which was located on the 50th level. Anger blazed deep in Louis as he walked, his eyebrows knitted, he looked like an abusive son who was ready to go to war against his father.

Malcolm's secretary, who is a little plump but always anxious, saw him look furious, and she knew things were not right because Louis' countenance was horrible. "Mr. Sebastian, your father is in a meeting," she said, stammering a bit.

She did not have the chance to finish her thought as she was yelled at by Louis, who cut in, "No, I don't want to hear it." He waded through her personal space, almost nudging her with his shoulder. The assistant also let out a small screaming sound from her mouth as she stumbled backward. For an instant, Louis felt a flicker of remorse, which was short-lived by his anger.

He took hold of the solid oak door in the middle and without wasting any moments, pulled it right open. This startled everyone in the office; it gave an offensive sound, but it still was not taken literally.

Malcolm, With an exhausted expression, leaves his desk and complies with his son's apparent unauthorized entry without a word.

"Louis," Malcolm began; his voice was crisped without breathing at all, "You are absolutely on time."

Louis only got angrier upon his father's reaction. "Dad, for God's sake can you stop the nonsense," he said while walking. "I had to cancel three meetings to be here"

Malcolm was comfortably settled on the leather executive chair with a high back and though his son lost his temper, he did not alter his posture. He interlaced his fingers, something which Louis had observed quite several times while negotiating and compromising during business. "Please sit down here," he pointed at one of the chairs placed in front of the desk towards him. "We have much to discuss."

"No thank you," Louis answered gruffly while folding his arms in a rather hostile manner. The adrenaline was high, and he could also feel the beats of his heart throbbing against his chest. "Just tell me what's going on. "

A brief moment of what could be disappointment crossed Malcom's face as he exhaled, before picking up a folder from his desk. He nodded his head and answered, 'Alright,' slightly more formally. "Louis, I think that it's important that we discuss the future. "

A scowl crossed Louis's face; he laughed unpleasantly and said, "My future? what does that have to do with me now? I manage half of the businesses."

"Your marriage," Malcom said bluntly, sliding a folder across the desk.

For Louis, the word seemed to punch into him. Sweat on his forehead, the blood in his veins went cold as he froze. He had probably misheard. He tried to clarify the information, "My. . . what?"

"Your marriage," Malcolm said again, hitting the folder with the tip of the finger. "Oh, that's all here. The contract was signed before you were born. "

Louis took the folder and his hand was trembling. He turned it open and looked into the document. The sentences fused, but three phrases stood out in specific cases. "Watson family," "arranged union", and "upon completion of a law degree."