James stood at the wide arched window of his study, his hands clasped tightly behind his back as he stared down into the garden. His jaw was tense, his brows drawn low in anger as he watched the scene unfolding below. His father was there, strolling slowly across the manicured grass with the company's corporate lawyer at his side. The two men were deep in conversation, their voices too low to reach the upper floor, but James did not need to hear them to know what was being discussed. The sight alone made his chest tighten with rage. His father had already met with that lawyer three times this week, and now this was the fourth. It was no small matter. The old man was serious. Too serious.