The Heir They Hated
Steve Clark sat alone in the boardroom.
The city stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, glittering under the afternoon sun.
Normally, the view calmed him.
Today, it did nothing.
His attention remained fixed on the report lying open before him.
The words blurred together.
Not because he couldn't read them.
Because he couldn't stop thinking about the message.
Three months at most.
The poison is working.
Three months.
Ninety days.
Perhaps less.
A muscle in his jaw tightened.
Across the table sat Mr. Tom.
The only person in the room Steve trusted completely.
The old man had served Steve's mother before her death and had remained loyal through every attack, every betrayal, and every attempt on Steve's li
