ARDENT'S POV
Four years ago...
I was heading down the stairs when I saw the old man sitting on the Chesterfield sofa. His bodyguards stood like statues on either side of him. He was talking to Mom and Dad, probably discussing business. He wouldn't have come back to the US if it wasn't for something important. I wondered why he didn't just have Mom and Dad fly out to see him instead of exhausting himself with the trip.
I stepped down slowly while buttoning up my shirt. I had just finished my shower and was about to head to work.
"Good morning, Mom, Dad, Grandpa." I wasn't planning to stick around, but he called my name before I could reach the door.
It seemed like he had something to say about the company, so I sat beside my parents, facing Grandpa's seat.
"What's up, Grandpa?"
He cl
