You were on the balcony, taking a breath. Everything was so heavy for you. An inheritance worth billions wasn't easy, especially coming from the Hawthorne family. You felt the pressure of everyone's eyes on you, which almost made you have an anxiety attack.

Not that you know exactly what that old man left in his will, since the damn ceremony hadn't even started yet.

You saw a young man, about your age, sitting on the balcony, apparently extremely drunk. You could only wonder how stupid a person could be to hang like a monkey upside down like an idiot, on a balcony, drunk.

"You're an idiot." The young man said, laughing. Jameson. Jameson Hawthorne, that's how you recognized him.

He landed in front of you, smiling. His tie was completely crooked. He seemed to be drinking to forget about mourning his grandfather.