Chapter 51

Harry’s POV

Six years ago

I hated it. I didn’t have to be here but my dad insisted.

“Sir? Would you like some refreshments?” One of the staff offered.

“No, thanks. I’m fine. Just please tell your boss to get over here.”

“Yes, sir. Right away.” He left the room, slowly closing the glass door.

I leaned back on my chair and observed my surroundings. The Waynes have quite a theme going on here. Their interiors were fine, but not really my taste. It looked like a modern Camelot castle, literally.

The velvet furnishings and traditional lighting. The art pieces in the halls looked like it was made of melted knight’s armor. And even the conference hall has 12 chairs and a round table. Are you kidding me? Should I be waiting for Merlin to show up?

“Harry Clinton.” He’s finally here.

I stood up to formally greet him as I would anyone… and as my dad told me to. I’ve never really met him personally. Only his father. And that ma