"You are not inheriting the company?" The word had been echoing in Nicholas' ear. He shook his head, trying to make sure it wasn’t a dream. "You are joking, right?" He asked, but his father kept his mouth sealed. "Dad, tell me you are joking." Sebastian eyed his son, "You should know I don’t joke around, especially with something this serious." "But Dad, I have been doing everything you asked me to. Surely you can’t do this to me. I am your son, your flesh and blood; I deserve to inherit this company more than anyone." Sebastian opened a chocolate bar, and he threw one in his mouth, chewing slowly, much to Nicholas disapproval. "I am well aware that you have been doing everything I asked, all but one." "But why? How is that even going to affect the company? Who I marry doesn’t determine if it will be successful or not." "Nicholas," his father said, turning to look at him. "I did a lot of things, some unimaginable, to make this company where it is today. But it wasn’t only by my p
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