KiraSan

The most recent owner of the mansion was Andrew Madison, and he had been lord and master of the home, and of the considerable family fortune, until his imminent death at seventy-nine years of age. He had only one son, Derrick Madison, and he had groomed his son, from the day that he had been born, to take over the vast estate, the mansion, the businesses, the money, and the well-respected name of their family.

His Personal Secretary x

Derrick sat with his morning coffee in the kitchen of his condo and stared out of the window toward Central Park. It was his wedding day. He couldn’t believe it, but he was about to get married, and he couldn’t have possibly felt worse about it.

The cell phone on the table buzzed, and it stirred him from his melancholy thoughts. He reached for it and frowned in surprise as he saw the name on the screen. Swiping at it, he answered and held the phone to his ear.

"Greg… good morning. What can I do for you?" he asked curiously.

"Hi… Derrick, yes. I wondered if you could meet with me as soon as possible today," Greg spoke in a low voice.

Derrick frowned. "Well, I’d like to, but I’m getting married today. I sent you an email about that. I thought you got it. You wanted to know when I was getting married, right?"

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