JACKSON
Before me, glittering city lights stretched, a blinding testimony to human ambition. From floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse of my building, I watched the golden hues of the world I had designed for the sun setting well behind the blocks. Billionaire. Business Mogul. The Visionary-that was a title the press had given, but none meant anything. Not really.
Because beneath all the pretensions, I remained just a wolf without a pack. A man without a home.
And after eighteen years now, that was going to change.
I let my gaze wander away from the window as I shrugged my shoulders and took up my jacket. The call had arrived that morning, abrupt, —no-nonsense and fewer words. Come home. An invitation wasn't even implied; the command had been issued.
Mother had finally decided th
