Chapter 363

“My father called me on Friday. He wanted to see me, to discuss my ‘future,’” Declan said. “What future?” “My future with MLS.” “The fuck?” Mason growled, turning to look at him. Declan squeezed the bridge of his nose and scrunched his eyes closed as a headache began to pound. “He reminded me of a clause that was in my contract when I took the loan from them for my first hotel.” “How is that clause still in effect?” Barry asked, his business brain latching on to the conversation. “Because part of the agreement was that they retain a small percentage of The Mayfield Group in return for the risk they were taking.” “Not a controlling percentage?” Brian asked as he came over to join them while Jonathon took his place at the tee. “No,” Declan said, “only a five percent stake, but that’s not the problem. The problem is that along with that five percent was a clause.” “What clause?” Mason asked. “It was a stupid thing that I said yes to because I didn’t ever think that it would be a problem.”