Mason was packing up to depart the office for home when his phone rang from his pocket.
He checked the screen and saw the name: Grandpa. Without hesitation, he picked up.
"Good evening, Grandpa," Mason greeted with a faint smile on his face.
"Hello, my boy... We have something very important to discuss," Harrington Senior said, his voice firm and calm.
"Hmm... When do you want me to come over?" Mason asked.
"Right away. I suppose you're not still at work, so come now." And just like that, in his usual abrupt fashion, Grandpa ended the call.
Mason stared at the phone. "This old man never waits to hear a reply," he muttered, half amused.
But his amusement didn't last long.
"What could be so urgent that he wants to see me immediately?" Mason mumbled, worry creeping into his chest.
He packed up, grabbed his car keys, and made his way to the Harrington estate.
