Greg pointed to the awards while drinking his beer. "Looks like you were pretty famous."
"I was," the man chomped on a chicken wing before lying back in his seat. "I don't want to talk about it so let's not talk about that."
"Sure," the heir smiled, staring at the pictures. He got to his feet, walking to the window to look out of it and see the streets. It looked peaceful from the apartment but it was old.
"It must be pretty neat having people come after you from time to time," the man smiled. "You've got bodyguards, cleaners, chefs and even maids."
"It took me a while to get to my position but you should not take it seriously. I'm only here for something else. I want you to join my team."
"It's not like I have a choice. I'm already on your team. What do you want from me?"
"No, you do not understand. I can tell that you hate me. I just want that to change. I'm tired of it."