The Contract

Chapter 159-The Brother

TRAVIS'S P.O.V

The door was pulled open and I looked up, Adrian paused and looked up at me, a knowing smile made way to my lips as I returned back to the documents in front of me. "Someone finally remembered they had work" I called.

"It was barely a week, Travis. And I was in London for work" he defended as he walked towards the table. "Work indeed"

"I don't have time for your chastising. Where your liquor at?" He requested, walking towards the shelf and I leaned back on the seat, swerving on the seat and turning back to him as he selected.

"Liquor? At 8 am?" I asked, glancing at my watch. He turned back to me after picking a bottle, "I've never judged you once, have I?"

I chuckled, turning back to the table. He walked back and took the seat opposite mine, placing down the bottle and glasses. I watched him closely, he wasn't looking his best.

I mean, it's obvious since he is invoking alcohol this early when he is usually the one against my bad habit.

He filled up the two glasses and I grabbed mine and took a gulp, this was my way of support. "How's Hillary?" I asked, placing down the glass, he downed the content in his glass first before slamming it down.

"She's fine"

I nodded, taking another gulp from the glass. "And you?"

He paused and looked up at me, "You never gave a heads up, you never said fatherhood was this hard"

"That's because I have not been there...ever"

"Everything I do is wrong, she hates me, she hates my guts..."

"How the table have turned " I commented and he shook his head, filling back up his glass. "You won't get it, Travis "

"Trust me, I do. Plus Hillary's annoyance is understandable, you did put her in a family way" I pointed out and he shot me a deadpanned look. "The point is, I'm glad you are there for her and all this shit is just temporary, it will soon be over"

He tore his gaze from mine and gulped out of the glass again. "It's just happening so fast" he then looked up at me.  "And how did tables turn?"

I laughed this time, grabbing the bottle and filling up my glass. "Things are... simple now"

"Simple?"

"A lot simple but...you won't get it" I shrugged it off. "Pearl didn't warm up to you, did she?"

A smile tugged at my lips as I drank from the glass again. She didn't warm up to me, in a sense nothing has changed between us. We just don't yell at each other like before, we just overlook and tolerate some things now.

"You won't get it"

"Come on, man!"

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The elevator doors slid open with a quiet chime, and I stepped out, Harrison trailing behind. His voice was measured but urgent.

"The Alpha 3 board has been calling repeatedly. Should I schedule a meeting?"

"That won’t be necessary," I replied, adjusting the cufflinks of my blazer as we exited the building.

“Mr. Ferrari.”

The voice stopped me cold.

Standing by his sleek black car was Donaldson, his expression grim as he puffed on a cigar. Three men in sharp black suits flanked him, their faces as unreadable as his.

My hands slid into my pockets instinctively.

“What is it now?” I asked, my tone clipped.

“Let’s talk,” Donaldson said simply, stepping into the car without waiting for a reply.