Lance

A full month had passed since my half-brothers started moving inside Richardson Foods.

In those thirty days, it felt like every week brought something new—another meeting, another proposal, another whisper spreading through the hallways of the executive floor.

Marco and Adrian were slowly positioning themselves.

Of course, with my father’s help.

They weren’t officially on the board yet, but the direction was obvious. They were being introduced to certain shareholders. Invited to private dinners. Included in strategic discussions that I used to attend alone.

Politics.

Classic corporate politics.

And I knew all of it had one purpose—to pressure me into marrying Jeraldine.

Fortunately, in the middle of all that...