Arts glittered, but all I saw was the reflection of

on the gala stage, her hand not in

y foundation had plucked from obscur

choed through the stunned silence of Houston' s elite. "My heart belon

ul and defiant; Tony, smug and triumphant. And me, Ryan Fowler, son of a

The air in the Bentley wa

ors, stared straight ahead. My mother, the architect of our family' s so

s study, the scent of leather and old money

s. "The Chadwick merger was about more than just their fail

aid, her voice sharp. "Our son has been pu

amonds. "The boy you were, the dependable, respectable h

s next campaign. "She' s right. You can' t st

Sea. "Go to the rigs. Learn the business from the bottom up. Get your ha

ower, son. Build your own. Build something so massive, so ruthless,

s cold strategy to my m

ll come back. And I will dismantle everything the Chadwicks have