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at the airport. I had already checked my bags,

’m letting him

ream. Even if that dream looks different than what your father would have w

past six years. I had done everything my late father would have wanted me to do. But I had

u for taking your life into your own hands

company I had inherited when my dad and my stepmom had died in a plane crash. He had

become like family to me, and I was sad to leave him behind, but I wanted to go back to my

Dean said when they made the anno

anted for you, more than any fancy company and business title. If you regret the ch

Dean,” I said.

was the composed, collected gentleman he had always been. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked to th

k home. I hadn’t seen my friends in seven years. I had only seen my mom twice when she had come to visit in New York,

e lavish life my dad had lived, but I had never had as much money as he had. He’d left me the company, but his mon

wanted. Before I had gone to New York to step into my father’s shoes, I had studied fire engineering to give myself a leg up in my career, and I had completed the six-month

and a fitness test to be sure I was up to standard. If I

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