Chapter 12
It was a good thing Eleanor hadn’t asked Andy to give a eulogy. He spent most of the funeral quietly seething, and there was no way he’d be able to stand up and give a speech, no matter how carefully prepared, in which he had to pretend to have anything other than extremely mixed emotions about Charles’s death.
He’d known Wes wanted the company, but trying to marry his mom? Jesus Christ but that was some Hamlet-level s**t that Andy did not want to get into. Not to even mention that would make Taylor Rutledge his stepbrother, and…No. Just…no.
It was political, of course, a move meant to force Andy’s hand in regard to the stock. It was a move Andy was going to have to concede, unless he wanted to take up the company reins. Which he emphatically did not. But before he could do t
