Ethan swallowed hard, when his grandmother walked into the room wearing the meanest mug on her wrinkly face. She clutched the pearls around her neck, as she sat across from him.
"Everyone but Gemma leave the room." she ordered, sending out the security, assistants and her caretaker stationed at each corner of the living room.
Ethan plastered a smile, "Grandmother, you didn't have to make the trip personally-"
She raised a hand, "I thought so too." Her eyes went round at the seemingly empty mansion, "I thought I'd be able to enjoy my retirement, and finally pass the company over. But it seems I was heavily deluded."
He dug his nails into his palm, "I assure you that this is just a slight hiccup-"
She turned to Gemma, "Give it to him."
The older woman, probably mid forties set her briefcase on the table and took out some documents. She slid a copy over the glass center table to Ethan, then neatly tucked the rest back.
Scratching the back of his neck, he grunted, "What is this?"
