Steven’s POVLord Wade’s office had always felt more like a boardroom than a place meant for family. Even as a child, I remembered sitting across from my father at that massive desk, feeling less like a son and more like a junior executive being evaluated. Nothing had changed. The dark wood paneling, the floor to ceiling windows overlooking the city, the faint scent of expensive cologne lingering in the air. It all spoke the same language my father had spoken his entire life. Control. Power. Business.My father sat behind his desk, reviewing documents with his secretary standing beside him, tablet in hand. I stood near the window, hands in my pockets, my gaze fixed on the skyline beyond the glass. I had been quiet since I walked in, answering only when absolutely necessary.Lord Wade finally looked up. “You have been unusually silent, Steven.”“I am listening,” I replied evenly.He studi
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