My teeth mashed together as I stared at the screen. Ever since the will reading, my world had been a shitshow. Whiny siblings and cousins, even aunts and uncles, all coming to me to complain that my grandfather didn’t leave them more.
As if they wanted for anything.
Then there was the incessant badgering about marriage. I’d begun to lock myself away at every opportunity, hiding from relatives, which was difficult when you worked in a building with over thirty other de Loughreys, each one knowing exactly where your office was.
“Mr. de Loughrey?” my assistant called from the doorway.
“What?” I snapped, not even looking her way. I knew Holly wouldn’t be affronted by my attitude. She’d dealt with it for years, but she also knew me in ways many didn’t.
“Your father is on his way.”
“f**k,”
