"Why should I?" Damian asked.
The question was simple, but it hung in the air like a challenge. He hadn't even thought of his grandmother bringing this up so early, but in hindsight, it didn't surprise him.
Theresa Thorn was a woman who moved pieces on a chessboard while everyone else was still trying to figure out the rules of the game.
"Why?" Theresa turned to look at him, her hands clasped together in front of her with a chilling elegance. She stared at him as if he were a balance sheet that didn't add up.
"She's not a good fit for you, Damian. Too many social stains. I don't want a troublesome family like the Grays leaking their failures into mine," she replied. The recent news about the Vaughns' scandals and the Grays' plummeting stock had been the final straw that forced her to fly back for Christmas. To her, a marriage was a merger of power, not a charity case for a sinking company.
