The Sterile Heir's Lost Empire
Language: en
Wright brought the third heavily pregnant woman into my firm, expecting me to draft a deed of gift for her. His friends stood in the corner, placing bets on exactly how many seconds it would take for me to lose my mind and trash the office. But I didn't say a word, even as the thick stack of papers slid out of the printer, warm and final. "Wright, man, this is the third one," Tyler muttered, casting a wary look in my direction. "Are you sure she isn't quietly plotting to ruin you?" Wright pinched the bridge of his nose, his voice dropping into that deep, authoritative register he used…