Chapter 21
Natalie
Michael was a prick. And he was draining the joy out of being home.
I could tell that Penn was on a short tether. He had a temper on a good day. And he’d already walked into this situation, hating Michael. So, him acting like a piece of s**t didn’t help. And Penn’s tolerance for entitled, poor little rich boys was pretty high, all things considered.
“I was telling Melanie that my business professor wanted me to work with him for this internship this summer. He knows my father, of course. The Baldwins are a household name here in Charleston. Surely, you’ve heard of my father, Thomas Baldwin,” Michael said to the dull-eyed crowd in the living room.
“No,” Penn said, his pointer finger resting on his temple while his elbow sank into the arm of his chair. “Can’t say that
