It had barely been a few days since Topher had gone back home, but it felt as if those few days had been years. Starting from the private jet, Charlie had gone non-stop in talking about business matters—orienting Topher about the company, about the departments, the people involved, and his future responsibilities. This went on even as they drove back to his house, and even as he unpacked his things. His brother only stopped so he could inform Topher that most of the reporters had come out of Mariner’s Bay. After that, he continued to tell Topher about what to say to the press. Charlie left him alone at some point in the night, and Topher finally thought that he could finally get some rest; but early the next day, Charlie’s assistant came barging in to orient him about his jam-packed sched

