A Legacy in Question
Sam's Pov
The ride to the Asher headquarters was uneventful, yet I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling gnawing at my gut. The tension in the air was palpable as soon as I stepped out of my car. People were whispering, their hushed voices filling the corridors like an unwanted hum. I could feel their eyes on me, sharp and judgmental, as though I were on trial without even knowing the charges.
As I reached my office, Jonathan, my assistant, was already waiting at the door. His expression was grim, his usually calm demeanor replaced by visible unease.
"Sam," he began, stepping inside with me. "Did you see the news?"
"What news?" I asked, my voice clipped. The unease grew, spreading through my chest like wildfire.
Jonathan handed me his tablet. "This."
The headline hit me like a punch to the gut:
"Scandal Rocks Asher Family: Sam Asher Allegedly Not a Blood Heir!"