It didn’t surprise him in the least.
Logan Specter had been many things in life—reckless, controversial, brilliant—but above all, he had been a shareholder in Specter Industries. And where there were shares, there were lawyers.
Zayn stepped inside, the familiar scent of polished wood and expensive cologne filling his lungs, grounding him even as tension curled in his chest. The living room was full, yet subdued. Family members spoke in low voices, clustered in small groups, their expressions solemn but alert. Near the far end of the room, seated with impeccable posture and leather briefcases at their feet, were the family lawyers.
Of course they were here.
During Logan’s illness, Alexander had acted on his behalf, handling votes, decisions, and legal responsibilities with the steady ha
