Cliff's POV
"So you want me to marry your daughter in exchange." I scoffed. The old man had grown some audacity to make such a request.
Does he think I am some pushover because I am letting go of his offhand remark? Robert, the current defense minister, was an old man in his sixties, but that didn't stop him from indulging in prostitution and other activities. He was one of the main clients in my business.
A greedy snake that slithered through both worlds and gobbled whatever was beneficial to him. Of course, I was the next target in his book. Having connections with the Grahams was a huge thing. It was similar in status to marrying into royalty in the medieval age.
I glanced at the blonde girl beside him. Her green eyes had the same kind of greed as her father. I knew that look very well. 'You are mine.' I tapped my finger on the table. It was my office, and they were ordering me in my office. One word from me and they would never leave this room in one piece.
