Grey.I sat in my office, my fingers tapping against the desk as I stared blankly at the city skyline through the large glass windows. The sound of my father’s words still clung to me like a heavy chain, dragging me down into a pit of frustration. Bryce sat across from me, his arms crossed, watching me with that knowing look. He had been my best friend for years, my right-hand man in everything, but even he knew this was a situation neither of us could easily fix. "So, let me get this straight," Bryce finally spoke, breaking the silence. "Your father, the great and mighty father of all time, has put it in his will that if you don’t get married and produce an heir within two years, you inherit absolutely nothing?" I let out a humorless chuckle and leaned back in my chair. "Exactly." Bryce whistled low. "Man, that’s cold. Even for him." I shrugged. "He’s desperate. He thinks an ‘heir’ will fix things, will somehow make me care about running the family business. But you know I
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