Inner Battle

AIDEN

It was after midnight. I was sitting in my office, sipping my third glass of whiskey. Logan decided to join me an hour ago and was currently sprawled on my sofa, staring at his empty glass and trying to refill it using willpower. It was a rough day. The company suffered losses and I spent hours talking to infuriated major shareholders. My father took the blow with surprising dignity—or rather, that was the face he had shown in front of the cameras—before commanding his two sons to save the company by all means necessary. Fucking bastard. He was the one who screwed up and now expected me and Christopher to clean up his mess. Certainly, I didn't believe that my father had anything to do with Julienne's murder, but he must have been aware that it WAS a murder, not suicide, and that had seriously pissed me off.

So here we were, sitting in the middle of a fucking crisis, maneuvering through the remains of Hart Global and saving whatever could be saved. Most of the computers and docum