Earlier that morning, Grandpa Aristotle got the domestic workers up and about for the arrival of his grandchildren and their women.
He ensured the chef prepared the best meals with the finest wine. The first party to arrive was Cole and his wife, Rene, and daughter, Mia.
"Where is your daughter? Why did you not come with her?" The old man asked the middle-aged man at the doorway, unwilling to let him in without seeing the woman he was expecting.
Cole was brutally confused. This arrangement was made by his father a long time ago, so he lacked the details of the matter.
His only reason for keeping to it was to save the company.
"Grandpa Aristotle, this is my daughter, Mia, the one we always talked about."
He pulled Mia close to him, but the old man was shaking his head while staring at Mia from head to toe, his gaze resting on her wrist.
