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Namely, my uncle breaking in here to tell me that I'll regret it if I don't cut him in on the family business. Is it just grandstanding? Or is it something more?
Using two fingers, I pull the first page out of the sheaf of papers that Felix dropped on my desk. I scan the document for a moment before I crumple the paper in my fist. Felix is fucking suing me for control of the entire company.
And Felix won't give up so easily. He's been circling like a vulture for years, waiting to pick the company apart. But it's mine. I haveearnedit. And I'll be damned if I hand it over without a fight.
This is only the beginning. The battle for Morgan Enterprises has just started. But when the dust settles, only one of us will be left standing.
And it sure as hell won't be Felix.
My heart is still pounding when Rob peeks in, eyes wide behind his glasses. "Mr. Morgan? Are you all right?"
"Fine." I wave him off, but he slips inside and closes the door.
"Sir, I just stepped away for a couple of minutes. The bodyguard said that your uncle had been here. Did he threaten you again?" Rob's voice is tight with anger. He's been my assistant for over a decade and has seen Felix's manipulations firsthand.
I breathe deep, trying to settle my nerves. "He wanted me to hand over control of the company. I refused."
"Of course you did." Rob's lips curl in a rare smile. "Morgan Drilling would be nothing without you at the helm. Mr. Morgan can throw all the tantrums he likes, but he'll never gain control."
"You're damn right." I stand, smoothing my tie. "Now, I have a board meeting in twenty minutes. See that I'm not disturbed."
"Yes, sir." Rob nods and slips out, closing the door behind him.
Alone again, I go to the window, gazing out at the rooftops of Harwicke.
Felix wants war? He'll get one. But victory will be mine. Morgan Drilling is my legacy and I'll stop at nothing to protect it.
Even if that means destroying my own uncle.
* * *
Later in the day,a heavy knock startles me from my brooding. I glance up as Tristan strides into my office, concern etched into his features.
"So? What's the news?" His gaze darts around the room, as if expecting to find it in shambles.
I scrub a hand over my face and sigh. "Just my uncle making threats about the company, as usual."
Tristan's expression darkens. "What did he want this time?"
"Control of the company. Money. Power. The usual." I gesture to a couple of decanters filled with amber liquid. "Drink?"
"Please." Tristan collapses into one of the leather chairs across from my desk. "Felix will never change. I don't know why you continue to humor him."
I pour two fingers of scotch into a glass and hand it to him. "He's my uncle. He's still a part of the family, no matter how ill-mannered his behavior."
Tristan snorts. "You're too sentimental for your own good." He takes a long sip of his drink. "So what happened? What threats did the bastard make now?"
Rubbing the back of my neck, I sink into my chair. "The usual. That he'll destroy me and take the company. Honestly, his threats don't worry me." I meet Tristan's gaze. "But he's growing more desperate. And desperate men do dangerous things."
"You think he'd actually try to harm you?" Tristan sits forward, alarm etched into his face.
"It's not me I'm worried about. It's my wife, who as you know is in a delicate condition." I stare into the depths of my glass. "I can't take that chance. It's time to cut him off for good."
Tristan is silent for a long moment. Then he sets his glass on the desk with a sharp click. "What do you need me to do?"
Loyalty and concern for my well-being emanate from him in waves. I'm grateful, as always, for his friendship.
"Nothing, really. Keep your ear to the ground, let me know if you hear someone galloping my way," I say. "We'll be ready to act if Felix makes a move."
