Mason Grant greeted him politely, "Third Master Keating."
"Mason Grant?"
Asher Keating realized who he was. He had never met Mason before, but he recalled Nash mentioning that Mason would be coming. Since he arrived with Shawn, there was little room for doubt.
"Yes, that's me."
"Have a seat. Why didn't you let me know you were coming? Sean, make some tea," Asher Keating said as he walked over and sat down on the sofa.
"Mason just arrived. My sister got busy, so I took him out to eat. After we finished, I remembered your office was nearby, so we came to see if you were in." Shawn Grant was sprawled on the sofa, lazily propping up his head.
Asher Keating kicked Shawn's leg. "Sit up straight. Nash will scold you if she sees you like this."
"Relax, she's not here. I was out too late with Ethan Shaw and the guys last night, so I'm exhausted." For the past few days, Shawn had been hanging out with Ethan Shaw and Riley Sterling, hitting up every club and bar in Riverfall.
