Nicholas
The sudden, chaotic drone of rotor blades cutting through the morning air echoed over the estate before the security alarms even sounded.
I stood at my study window, staring out through the glass. Below, clustered just beyond the iron gates of Sutton Manor, was a wall of media vans, satellite trucks, and nearly fifty reporters thrusting long microphones into the air. Overhead, news helicopters hovered like vultures in the summer sky.
My phone rang violently on the desk. I didn't even need to look at the caller ID to know it was Sarah from public relations.
I picked it up, pressing it to my ear. "How did it leak?"
"It broke on a high-traffic gossip network twenty minutes ago, Mr. Sutton," Sarah gasped out, her voice frantic over the line. "Someone at the county clerk's office
