DRAKE’S POV"Master Drake, your father is expecting you in the study."The butler's voice echoed through the entrance hall of the Dawson estate. I rolled my shoulders back, straightened my posture, and walked towards the wooden doors, pushing them open.As usual, my father sat behind his massive desk, buried beneath stacks of reports and ledgers. His reading glasses sat low on his sharp nose, his dark hair streaked with silver and his features were set in a hard, stern expression.I stopped several feet from his desk. "You wanted to see me, Father."He didn't look up immediately. He finished scratching his signature onto a parchment before his grey, cold eyes met mine."Where did you disappear to after the ceremony?" he asked, his voice deep and even. "I had the regional university board members waiting by. It was time to introduce you properly as a potential candidate.""I had something to tend to," I replied, keeping my tone flat.He let out a dry, humorless chuckle, looking back do
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