Percy’s POV:
“f**k, I’m late.” Every trace of sleep vanished from my eyes as I checked the alarm clock on the bed stand, beside the bed.
I jumped off the bed and dashed into the bathroom. I’d been so exhausted by the time I returned to my hotel room last night.
I’d spent the whole of yesterday touring the city of New York and meeting with potential investors for the business I was about to set up in the city.
For the most part, it had gone well. Most didn’t want to hear much of what I had to say immediately after they heard I was related to the Robert Henderson. Most of them started to act as though they were talking to God himself.
Apparently, my father was a big deal in the country and almost everybody wanted to look good in his eyes. However, everybody was bound to have an enemy
