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Chapter One

“And don’t steal any of my shit,” Caleb Turner said as hewhat he wanted and being a billionaire, he also knew a lot of people liked to steal Checking his phone, he saw he had an inco call from his father

Without another backward glance at the curvy cleaner, he left his penthouse apartment and headed toward the elevator

At forty years old, everyone would have been expecting him to settle down, start a family The Turner fa across many different venues from film, cosmetics, to the news, and competitive advertisements as well They had it all Whatever he wanted to do, all he needed was to gather the funds and play He’d been working his way up the company since he was sixteen years old

His father wouldn’t allow him to end his education and so he had no choice but to finish high school, graduate college, and then take every single low-paying job within the company, and he’d worked his way up to a place on the board It helped that his na as his father was happy enough to gift it to him His father still ruled over the entire company and one day, when he retired, Caleb knew he’d be in charge of everything He couldn’t wait He actually loved the company He also loved the lifestyle he’d earned The o on a date with him at the click of a button

“What’s up, Daddy,” he said, s to himself

Ti time, but Caleb was still close to his father, unlike other e bracket

“I want you in the office We need to talk”

“Is this about the faot it all covered”

“I’ll talk to you in the office, Caleb, not a moment before”

The line went dead

He frowned Why would his father cut hiry? The o had just broken box office records and was in fact greenlighted for a sequel

Rubbing at his temple, he walked with purpose to his car, cli his usual enjoy lot Once in the city center, he joined the endless lines of traffic His father’s voice plagued hi now?

Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he turned up the radio to some upbeat dance music and felt sick to his stoht about it, he couldn’t think of a single reason as to why his father could be pissed off Clearly, he’d

He couldn’t recall the last tiry Actually, he’d never known hiry

He had to be reading things the wrong way Next as his father’s sixty-fifth birthday, and in celebration, they were having a party with friends and family over in the country house that was built upon acres of land, cohts