Lance stared out the window of the private jet, watching the clouds drift by beneath him. His mind was far from the peaceful scenery, consumed by the urgent message he'd received from his father just hours ago.
"Son, we need you home. Now."
The gravity in his father's voice had been unmistakable. He had immediately called his manager, rearranging his schedule and booking the first flight out. He'd hated canceling his dinner with Edwin, especially now when the other man needed support more than ever. But family came first - it always had in the Castellan household.
As the plane began its descent, Lance's thoughts drifted to the brief, cryptic conversation he'd had with his father. "It's about Castellan Holdings," his father had said, referring to the family's investment company. "We're a
