Marcus’s POV

I pulled out another copy and pushed it towards him. “Thankfully, I expected your irrationality, dear brother.”

He looked at the paper but didn’t bother touching it.

“So, back to my question…”

He reclined in his chair and heaved a deep sigh. “You don’t care for my dreams, Marcus. You don’t care for my goals, my de—”

“I don’t,” I cut in sharply. “I can’t even pretend to.” I flicked the ballpoint pen between my forefinger and thumb. “I care for the Sterling dream. I care for the legacy my father built.”

He bent over and burst into laughter, clutching his belly. “You talk like he isn’t my...