The tension in the room was palpable as Drake walked in. He noticed the unfamiliar faces that looked at him while he entered to take his seat, causing him to force out a smile as he greeted them, "Good afternoon.""Good afternoon, Drake," the gentlemen who were all seated with grandfather Walter greeted him, almost in union.Drake, for the first ten seconds, while trying to settle in his seat, tried to recollect any of the faces, wondering where he had seen them before, but nothing was coming to him. He decided to just stop trying and to allow grandfather Walter begin the introduction.."Welcome Drake," Grandfather Walter said, his old and slightly wrinkled face, adorned with a smile, a grim reminder to Drake that life is dynamic and that a day too will come, when he'd also look like his grandfather."Thank you, grandfather," Drake replied with a gentle nod."Alright, gentlemen," Grandfather Walter began. "This is my grandson, Drake Sullivan, and the heir to all that is under the Sul
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