“You obviously don’t belong to any of those categories, so I think you should address me as ‘Mr. Reid’ and not anything else.” Darius’ eyes were cold.

Ansel’s mind went blank for a second. He didn’t know what Darius was implying…or perhaps he did know but refused to think further. He smiled bitterly, knowing Darius’ words made sense.

Even if the Brezinski family had fallen from grace, he was still its only heir—his existence was essential to its sustainability, which meant he couldn’t follow Darius everywhere he went, unlike Alicia or Erin. “I understand, Mr. Reid. Is there anything I have to do or a price I have to pay to continue working with you?”

Darius leaned back and rested his arms on the armrests. “We share the same alma mater, so I have no doubts about your abilities. I’m sure you’ll be able to set up the largest TV station in the country!”

Ansel’s head shot up at his words, and he stared at Darius in disbelief. “I don’t think I misheard you, Mr. Reid, but I’m finding it har