Ethan's p.o.v

I stepped onto the treadmill, the familiar hum of the machine beneath my feet a comforting sound as I begun my run. The gym was bustling with people determined to get in shape, their faces set with resolve. I, on the other hand, was lost in thought, my mind preoccupied with what had happened the other time at my office—with the heated argument I had let happened between Evans and I.

There is no way I'm letting him or his mother near my late father's legacy talk less of being involved in running it. Not after what his cunning mother did to me. I had received another letter...