THIRD PERSON POV. (back at the pack house).
The guard opened the car door, letting him out. As soon as he stepped out of the car, he looked around, putting on his glasses. The workers arranged themselves in a long line, welcoming him to the laboratory. Most of them had not seen him before, but they had heard stories about how ruthless and harsh he was and how he had killed his biological father for wronging him.
Mark had not been down here in two weeks. He had been busy trying to understand and run every other business his late father owned and finding ways to cut his brothers out of the inheritance. After all, he was convinced neither of his brothers deserved it because they were not as bold and calculated as he was. He was older and, as such, the rightful heir, and no one was going to
