ADRIAN
Harrington led the way a little further down the terrace that was past the main dining setup and toward a more quieter section.
He didn’t waste time on small talks. He just went straight to the point.
"I won’t keep you long," he said. "You already know what this conversation is about, right?."
"Yes, I do know," I replied.
"I’ll be direct with you, Adrian," he said. "You want the company. I know that. You’ve made your intentions very clear over the past months and I respect the way you’ve positioned yourself."
I nodded once, keeping my posture relaxed. This was the moment everything had been leading toward.
Harrington looked out toward the skyline for a second, then back at me. "I always thought I’d be handing the keys to a Harrington. Well, the thing is both of my children ar
