Evan
Nothing with my grandfather was ever simple.
I flicked through hangers in my closet, running through my clothing options before our meeting. A casual blazer and khakis would be an insult to his outdated sense of formality, even for a meeting in his study. I settled on a sports jacket and slacks, a crisply pressed shirt, and no tie. It was as casual as I dared, knowing he’d probably be wearing a three-piece suit.
Such bullshit.
As I jogged downstairs, I slipped on the gold watch that had once belonged to my father and stopped short at the bottom. My house manager, Mrs. Morgan, had just let Amber in the front door.
For the last couple of days, Amber had besieged my office, home, and cell phones. Even with an Ivy League degree and every advantage in life, she didn’t have the brains
