9 hours, 16 minutes, and 36 seconds.

9 hours, 16 minutes, and 36 seconds ago, Grayson's life got flipped upside down. A random girl he had never heard of, Avery Grambs, inherited most of his grandfather, Tobias's, fortune.

Grayson was already plotting how to expose her for being a con woman despite having no evidence to back it up. There was no other explanation for this.

He sat in his office, staring back at the amber liquid that sat still in his textured glass. He could finish it, or he could throw it at the wall. His train of thought got interrupted when his door opened, and he scoffed. Of course it was you of all people who came in to agontize him.

Using the term "old friend" to describe you physically pained him. There was nothing friendly.

Being forced to be near each other since birth because of rich affiliations, Grayson grew to resent you for a multitude of reasons. Anything and everything about you irked him enough that the wall was an amazing spot to destroy every thought. Even if he hadn't seen you for a while, like now, he felt even worse, especially after having been trained as the heir apparent his entire life, only to have that pulled out from under him in a second.

"Is it true? A girl took all of your money? Seriously? And she was a random teenage girl?"

"Shut your mouth. You're not funny." Grayson bit out, his agitation peaking. He stood up, his chair rolling behind him.