Dominic Knight

1 week later....

"You may come in,"

Sebastian grumbled, his irritation evident in the tone of his voice as he responded to the knock on his office door.

Macro, his loyal confidant and right-hand man, hesitated for a moment before cautiously pushing the door open.

"You have a visitor," he announced, a note of concern in his voice.

Sebastian scowled at the intrusion. "Can't you see I'm busy? Tell them I'm busy," he snapped, his attention firmly fixed on the important documents scattered across his desk.

Macro hesitated for a moment before dropping the bombshell.

"It's your dad," he revealed, fully aware of the storm that this news might unleash.

Sebastian's expression darkened even further.

"What? What the heck is he doing here? What does he want? Tell him I don't want to see him and I'm busy," he growled.

"I tried to, but he's not taking 'no' for an answer," Macro replied, a hint of resignation in his voice. "I doubt if he will listen, and he might budge in anyway…"

Before Macro could finish his sentence, the office door flung wide open, and there he stood—Dominic Knight. His sharp suits, tailored to perfection, reflected his affluence and sophisticated style, serving as a stark contrast to the chaos that dominated his son's office.

"Told you," Macro muttered under his breath, making a hasty exit to give father and son some much-needed privacy.

Four tense minutes passed without Dominic uttering a word. Sebastian finally broke the silence.

"Instead of just standing there, can we get to the point? What do you want?" he demanded, his impatience palpable.

"Aren't you going to offer your father a seat?" Dominic countered, his tone almost disapproving.

"Pff... I don't remember the last time you called me your son. Now, what do you want? Get to the point. I've got businesses to run," Sebastian retorted, clearly showing no interest in rekindling their familial bond.

"Well... the last time we talked, if you remember, I had a proposition for you…" Dominic began cautiously, his gaze steady.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed. "How can I forget? If this has to do with Daniella, could you please gladly leave," he snapped, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.

"Can you just let me finish?" Dominic implored. "If you don't get married to Travis's daughter, my partnership with him will come to an end. You know he's the biggest investor in my business."

"Since when did you have to include me in your businesses? Trust me, you're better off without him as a partner. He's a jerk," Sebastian remarked, dismissing the idea.

Dominic persisted, unfazed.

"You know that our family has been partners with the Luther family ever since we started operating, and we will continue to be partners with them. Don't let our good reputation with them get tarnished. You will take over the family's company in the future, so you have to maintain the image."

Sebastian scoffed, clearly uninterested in the family legacy. "Why doesn't Jack take over the company? I told you I'm not interested in your business. Maybe get him married to one of the Luther whores," he suggested, more focused on his computer screen.

"Jack is not suitable for the job, and you know it. He's your younger brother. Nobody can run the business better than you. Try meeting Daniella; she's a sweet girl. You'll like her. Since you don't have a girlfriend, you might consider taking her. And I won't take 'no' for an answer. I won't let you ruin my good relationship with the Luthers and end up affecting my business," Dominic warned.

Sebastian's patience wore thin. "Are you threatening me?" he snapped.

Dominic leaned in, his voice lowering dangerously. "And why would I threaten you, my son? Consider it a fair warning. You know I'm a man of my word."

"Can you just get out!" Sebastian exploded, his face flushed with anger.

"One more thing before I leave," Dominic added, standing up, his presence still commanding. "Even after marrying Daniella, you can get many whores as you want in your bed. You have three days to decide."

"3 days " he repeats.

With that, he turned and left, leaving Sebastian fuming, his fist colliding with his desk in frustration.

Later, Macro cautiously entered the room, unsure of the situation. "What just happened?" he asked, worried about his boss's and friend's state of mind.

Sebastian took a deep breath and recounted the entire confrontation, anger and frustration seeping into his every word. "He had the audacity to come and threaten me in my own office, and you know that my father can go to all lengths to get what he wants."

"And so can you."Macro said.

Sebastian looked at Macro, recognizing that mischievous glint in his eyes. "What do you have in mind?" he inquired, knowing that his confidant was brewing up a scheme. He knows that look! He's upto something.

To be continued...