Rain lashed against the windows of Grayson Industries.
Evelyn stood in Anthony's office, staring out over the gray London skyline.
"So your uncle wants control of the company," she said quietly.
Anthony nodded.
"He has for years."
"Why hasn't he succeeded?"
"Because my grandfather left the majority of the company to my father."
"And after your father died..."
"It passed to me."
Evelyn turned to face him.
"So marrying me made you even stronger."
"It did."
She frowned.
"Then I've become a target."
Anthony didn't deny it.
"Yes."
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A knock sounded on the office door.
Emmanuel entered.
"Mr. Grayson."
"What is it?"
"Your uncle is here."
Silence filled the room.
Anthony's expression remained unreadable.
"Did he make an appointment?"
"No."
"Of course he didn't."
Emmanu
