First Heir: Hunter Dmitri

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Hunter leaned over the desk in his office, the faint hum of the city’s nightlife echoing in the background as Leigh slid another file across the table toward him. He barely noticed the clock ticking above them; the details in front of him were far more pressing.

The numbers on the screen, the invoices, the transactions—everything was pointing back to Jonathan, but there was something else there too, something more personal.

Leigh’s sharp eyes didn’t miss a thing. She had been invaluable in helping Hunter decode Jonathan’s financial dealings—understanding the patterns, the hidden codes, and the shell companies that kept Jonathan’s operation running beneath the radar. She was resourceful, precise, and undeniably clever.

There was no one else he trusted more in this moment, despite the strange pull he felt when they worked together. But there was something else there, something that both of them were pretending not to acknowledge. Neither of them had spoken about the tension between them