Andrew stood in the luxurious office of Montell Enterprises, the towering windows behind him offering a panoramic view of the city. He had barely settled in when the doors opened and his father—Dominic Montell—walked in with his usual commanding presence.
“What brings you here today?” Dominic asked, genuine surprise in his tone. It had been months since Andrew last set foot in the building. His visits had become infrequent—just enough to keep up appearances.
“I heard you needed help with some work,” Andrew replied, keeping his tone neutral.
Dominic chuckled, settling into the leather seat behind his grand desk. “What I need isn’t help,” he said, folding his hands together on the polished surface. Andrew’s jaw tensed. He already knew where this was going.
“I need you to take over the Mo
