What Were They Plotting?

Ryan was short of words, he stared at her like a frozen statue with no emotion on its face but deep down, he was trying to read through those deep brown eyes of hers.

The will had been shared according to their late grandfather's wishes and he knew she was certainly displeased with the way it went but this want of hers was obviously part of some dark scheme or plot for her son to overthrow him.

But what would they say about him if he refused to allow his own family member to work at his company? He was too proud perhaps? Or he wanted to be the only one on top?

He finally blinked but still said nothing.

"Too straightforward?" She asked him as she had been waiting for a response from him. The silence had lasted long enough for her to know that he wasn't planning on saying anything.

"Ah of course not. It's just... Did they ask you to ask me for this?" Ryan sat up in his seat as he asked her.

She smiled. "I'm a mother dear and a mother would already know what her child or children w