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“What in the fuck. Get out!” my father spews and his lover flinches in shame.

Ezra laughs and I groan.

My father has his longtime assistant bent over his desk, fucking her from behind.

“Living up to the stereotype I see, Mr. Kennedy. How lovely. I bet your father would be so proud,” Ezra quips.

“Get. Out,” my father demands as he covers his lover.

“I think I’d rather stay. This is about to get interesting. Don’t you think?” Ezra says as he walks farther into the office, taking a seat in front of the desk.

“You told me to stop by, here I am,” I say with no emotion as I take a seat next to Ezra.

My father shoots me a glare and mumbles under his breath.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t make that out. Would you repeat yourself?” Ezra says, enjoying this far too much.

Mathew Kennedy leans down and whispers in his assistant, Anna’s, ear. He steps back and pulls her skirt down, putting it in place before fixing his pants.

Anna straightens and runs her hands down her skirt, not making eye contact. “Nice to see you again, Drake.”

“Always a pleasure, Anna.” I smirk.

Anna ducks her head and rushes out of the office. As soon as the door closes, my father snaps.

“How dare you just waltz in here like you belong.”

“Technically, I do.”

Ezra nods. “His name is on the building.”

Father opens a door and pulls out a stack of papers. “Sign them,” he demands, tossing them on his desk.

I stay quiet as Ezra leans forward and grabs them. He laughs as he starts reading the papers. “You really planned on fucking your son over, didn’t you?” Ezra muses.

“It’s a fair offer,” my father says as he sits, tilting his chin up as if we’re below him.

“I might have been born at night but I wasn’t born last night.” I shake my head. “Grandfather paid all that money for my education, and yet you take me for a fool.”

“Unfortunately for you, your son has a head for business and he has me on his side,” Ezra says as he slowly tears the papers down the middle. “He would never sign away his shares for pennies.” He tosses the shredded paper onto the desk.

“Pennies,” Father scoffs. “I think you need glasses if you call that pennies.”

“My vision is fine. Thank you for your concern.” Ezra smirks.

“I won’t be accepting whatever that is.” I wave toward the shredded papers.

“Let me guess, you have your own papers.” He sneers. “I won’t sign anything without my lawyer looking them over.”

“That’s good business, I’m impressed,” I say condescendingly.

“Unfortunately for you, you won’t be receiving any papers from Drake.”

Father slams his fist onto his desk, his face red. “Just give them up already!”

“I did.”

“It’s a shame. I wish I could be a fly on the wall when you meet the man who bought Drake’s shares. I have a feeling he won’t be your number one fan.”

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