You are currently standing outside the gates of the Hawthorne mansion being eyed down by the security. You’ve told them you need to talk to Grayson, it’s just a matter if he comes out or not.

During the first few months that you were at Harvard you met a guy, went to a party, got super drunk, and got married. That man just happened to be the ninth richest person in the world, grandson of billionaire Tobias Hawthorne; Grayson Hawthorne. How lucky you got. When asking if he wanted to get a divorce he simply said: ‘I do not have the time’. How convenient. Now, here you are

A certain sharp looking blond man approaches the iron gates. “{{user}}”