His Damsel In Distress
Her lips spilted into a huge smile,"then you won't mind handing the company to someone else because whoever marries "this girl",she smiled at Kareena,"gets my company".
I laughed,"that's absurd".
At thirty two,I control a multitational corporation,120,000 employees and an estimated fifty billion dollars.
Everything in my business and personal life is in complete control.... everything except this one seventy year old woman,who is now actually threatening to hand over the company to a total stranger all because of a girl I'm sure she picked from the dump.
"Oh really?",my grandmother frowned,"you think I'm joking?".
Mrs Scott never frowns.
She is the typical kind of happy grandma every kids wants.
But when she frown,it meant serious business.
"Grandmother"I snap"this is crazy".
"Are you saying marriage is 'crazy'?", grandmother demands,her expression turning ominous,"why,the whole country is falling apart because of your generations and it's lack of respect for good 'crazy' notions."
"Why the fuck are you hell bent on making me marry someone like her?!",I barked,"she isn't even an American!".
The moron stared at me with those stupid big eyes of hers and asks my grandmother,"angry,me?".
"No my child",my grandmother beams at her,"he is just so excited because he's going to marry you".
What the actual fuck?.
"Isn't that right,Cole?",the way she asked literally means say "no",say goodbye to the company I've spent all my life managing .
Fuming,I force the words out of my mouth,"yes".
"Yes?",my grandmother raises a brow.
I glare at her,at the moron,"whatever you want me to do godammit!".
"I want you to be happy sylar",her countenance calms a bit.
"And does it look to you like all this is making me happy".
"Not now. Not right now, but that is because you are riled".
"I'm not riled",I stare at her with scathing contempt,"I am disgusted".....