Chapter 23 - It isn’t always true that a critical end justifies desperate means ― RICHELLE E. GOODRICH

Escorted by Jason in a grand limousine with a bottle of champagne and caviar, Alex had been a little intimidated by the show of wealth and power. Though he hadn't let it show. Alex had been a little taken aback when he had met his grandfather. Sitting on a table by the window with the backdrop of the New York Harbor behind him and a bowl of untouched soup in front of him, he'd peered up at Alex with stiff-necked pride. He looked out of eyes that were passed down to him as well with malicious and keen intent. Alex had stood his ground under the old man's scrutiny as he'd swept Alex's form from the tips of his dark sun-streaked hair to the Harvard sweatshirt, ratty jeans and Converse sneakers.