“Mason, I need to speak with you.” Mason turned to see the very man he’d been looking for.
“Badin,” Mason greeted him, stepping up. “Good to see you. As a matter of fact, I need to speak to you as well.”
Mason noticed that Badin looked stressed. Whatever this was, it wasn’t going to be a friendly chit-chat.
Badin led him to a small room downstairs and shut the door. He ran a hand through his hair as he exhaled forcefully.
“I don’t know how to tell you this,” he began. He had Mason’s full attention.
“Just say it,” Mason offered.
“Fine. Look, I’ve done everything I could, and I’m sure my father is behind this, you know he hates you…” Badin said nervously.
“What, Badin?” Mason demanded.
Badin didn’t say anything and slid a piece of paper that was turned over on the table towards him.
