"Grandfather, but I promised you last time, I can handle the family's business by myself and I also plan on building my own business very soon-- why can't you completely trust me and hand over the documents to me?" Sinclair spoke to his grandfather who refused to hand over the family business his father promised to give him. Carter did not trust Sinclair enough to continue handling the business fully, he always had his ups and downs which brought scandals or bad reports to the family's image.
"Sinclair, I love you but you are not old enough or mature to handle the business on your own without proper investigation." Carter told him. Carter wanted Sinclair to grow up and see the real side of life and the consequences when he did things without giving it a second thought.
"What do you mean grandfather? am I not old enough? I am twenty-seven years old for God's sake, grandfather why can't you trust me for once? Just this one."
"If you take out ten years from the years you worked at Yoshi's inc you've only brought good news to the family in two years." Carter clarified.
"What does that mean grandfather? You think I am useless?" Sinclair felt hurt and angry his grandfather would think so low of him. He did have his own fault but never thought how bad it affected others, and unknown to him Carter has been watching him for years without saying a word.
"Look at yourself son, you can barely take care of yourself how can you handle a whole business?" Carter argues.
"But I have been managing the business very well for years and I have made a profit from it." Sinclair argued. He was getting frustrated with his old man thinking he was immature to handle anything. Carter has been watching Sinclair since he was a teenager till he started managing the business, but he did not completely get convinced his only grandson was worthy enough to own the business.
"I see it, but it's no proof you can handle the faults that comes." Carter told him plainly.
"Grandfather I have managed that company since I was sixteen I can definitely handle anything that comes, why don't you have faith in me?"
"You know the reasons." Carter threw back.
"I don't understand grandfather, tell me what I have done to deserve this kind of treatment from you, we are a family?"
"You've done nothing that disqualifies you from becoming a Yoshi." Carter says.
"Then tell me why can't I have the company?" Sinclair demanded. He was determined to get real answers from Carter before he left the family mansion his grandfather lived in.
Carter sees the hustle and possessiveness in Sinclair, something every Yoshi possesses. If Sinclair proved to carry the Yoshi's blood running in his veins, he should be ready to accept the terms to own the business. "You want to own the business right?" Carter sighs.
"Yes grandfather, I have worked hard to grow the company to where it is and I am entitled to own it." Sinclair spoke with confidence.
"You really proved to be a Yoshi and you've done a great job handling the finances and management but why do you still need the business?"
Sinclair cussed at his twisted questions. Why can't he be a normal grandfather and just sign his portion of the inheritance to him? "You yourself told me I owned it." Sinclair voiced back.
"Do you need the money there?" Carter questioned back.
"I am a billionaire grandfather, money is no issue for me."
"Would you be willing to build your company as you've always wanted to?"
"Yes if you let me access my bank account and the other accounts you've restricted from me but I also want to head the family's business more importantly, as the heir it is my title."
"Sinclair, I see your contribution to the family's business and it would be unfair to deprive you of your rights because you earned it. But Sinclair, my grandchild you've brought success and also disgrace to the family."
"How grandfather? is it because of the scandal between Charity and Kaitlin?"
"Judith, Flora, Paris, Lola and Aisha." Carter clarified.
"Oh... you got a point. But I promise I am a changed person and I don't intend on doing anything like that in the future."
"I doubt it, but If you want to have the family business you got to earn it. Not as before, you will have to figure that part on your own."
"What else can I do to satisfy you old man? I have proved to you everything in me! What else do you want old man?"
"Then ask your father in the first place."
"You know he won't give me a straight answer. When I asked once he says I should talk to you."
"Here. Have this." Carter took out a yellow long envelope and handed it to Sinclair. "Do not open till you get home." He gave a strict warning.
"But why?"
"Do not open until you get home, I am sure you know how to obey when you are told to do something. Xing must have made sure about that." Carter gave a small smile to his grandchild.
Sinclair took the envelope from his grandfather and stared at the sealed envelope angrily. Even with the rage bubbling inside him, Sinclair was very interested in knowing what was written or placed inside the envelope.
"Remember son until you get home only. Do not disobey." Carter reminds him. Carter knew how his grandson behaves and his only choice was to give him an envelope to answer his questions.
"Yes grandfather I won't open it until I get home."Sinclair held the envelope close to his heart, determined to get home on time and check what was hidden inside. "Goodnight grandfather." He quickly ended the conversation and walked the door.
"Goodnight son. Don't knock someone on your way." Carter jokes.
"Grandfather--" Sinclair groaned in annoyance and turn away. Sinclair could hear his grandfather's mocking laughter after he left his study, he met with a few of Carter's staff who greeted him as he exited the mansion but it was not enough. "Stay away from my female workers!" He heard Carter yell from the study. Sinclair rolled his eyes and continued his way outside the mansion.
His favourite maids met him outside the mansion to give their special greetings, despite the constant warning from his grandfather to stay away from his maids and every female worker working at the mansion Sinclair still always had ways of getting what he wants which includes dating and nearly sleeping with all the females of the mansion, which Carter found out in time and had to put a tight restriction on Sinclair.
After spending a few normal seconds with the maids due to Carter watching them from above the mansion, Sinclair reluctantly left them and entered his car. He stayed there for a second contemplating on what he should do 'a little peek won't hurt' he tells himself but Carter's voice kept ringing in his ears warning him not to open the envelope till he got home.
Sinclair cussed and blamed his old man for being so sly with him and blame himself for always keeping to a promise. "Damn that old pops and his deceitful words." He tossed the envelope on the dashboard and started the car then drove away from Carter's property.
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Sinclair got home late that night and didn't forget to take the envelope with him. He climbed up the stairs, hurriedly taking fast steps to his room to change out of his dirty clothes, he pauses for a second and then looked deeply at the yellow envelope in his hand. Sinclair contemplated whether to open the envelope or not since he was home and no one was around, he had enough time to open the envelope even if he didn't do it at that moment.
So he decided to do the first two things he will normally do, which is to take a quick shower and change out of his work suit. Five minutes shower turned to an hour and twenty minutes of body scrubbing. When Sinclair was satisfied with his hot shower he got out and walked into his extremely massive walk-in closet to pick out a comfortable pajamas for the night.
The clock ticked back and forth, the crickets making loud noises out the house meant it was time to sleep. Sinclair walked to his dresser where he kept the envelope he waited patiently to open. Taking a penknife from one of the drawers, Sinclair positioned to open it when his phone rang ruining his vibe.
Sinclair's eyes rolled to the back of his skull not liking the late-night calls anymore, he was done with all the necessary work and stuffs for the day and no calls were supposed to come in after nine. His eyes drift from the phone and the yellow envelope as if deciding what he has decided.
"Screw this."
Continued in the next chapter.