Frederick
I lean back in my chair, the weight of the day pressing down on me more than usual. The document Zion left on my desk stares back at me, mocking me with its sheer boldness. I reach for my glass of scotch, swirling the amber liquid as I mull over what just happened. Letting Zion propose this competition feels like handing a wolf the keys to the henhouse. But then again, I agreed, didn’t I? The decision nags at me, tugging at the part of my mind that’s always prided itself on control, foresight, and keeping my family legacy intact.
What the hell was I thinking?
Zion is ambitious—ruthlessly so. That much has been clear since he was a teenager. After his father’s death, I took him in, provided for him, and gave him opportunities he wouldn’t have had otherwise. I never minded doing
