Victor's POV

The sharp smell of brewed coffee filled the air while I sat across from Uncle Ben in his office, sunlight filtering between the blinds to illuminate elongated shapes upon the highly polished wooden desk. To the side of me was a lawyer I had scarcely met, clad in a very expensive suit that stood out against the tension within the room. All had been prepared with care with meticulous detail. I had made certain of that.

Uncle Ben’s voice cut into the silence, the gruff timbre of ...