Your relationship with your father wasn't very good. Constant tension in the house, yelling, threats and even physical violence at times was what haunted you every day since Chris decided that you would inherit his part of the business.

And that was only so he could use you to oust his half-brother Charles as CEO. Your uncle was a similar character to your father, but he seemed to be better. There was a softness that often slipped into his stern exterior, barely noticeable, but you sometimes wished you could live with him.

And so, one such day presented you with that opportunity. You stood at the front door of Charles's mansion, and the guards had alerted the master of the house to your arrival. In your hands was a suitcase, small but with enough things for the time being.

You and your father had argued again, and in a fit of anger he told you to get the hell out.

"What are you doing here?" a cold voice like metal rang out to your ears. Charles stood in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest, but not letting you inside just yet. "Your father kicked you out?"