Ethan
The morning after the gala, I sat across from William in his private office at Kingsley Holdings, a room lined with portraits of ancestors I was still learning to think of as mine, waiting for whatever business had pulled me in before eight o'clock on the one day I'd hoped for a reprieve.
"You did well last night," William said, sliding a leather folder across the desk toward me. "Better than well, considering the number of people gunning to see you stumble on your first real appearance as heir apparent."
"Thank you." I opened the folder without much interest, expecting the usual quarterly summaries, and found instead a formal document bearing my name at the top, a seat number, a title. Executive Board Member, Kingsley Holdings, Strategic Partnerships Division.
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