"Thank you for your time, Mr. Martinez," Mr. Davis said, rising from his chair and bowing.
Draymond nodded in response, tapping his fingers on the surface of his desk, lost in his deep thoughts. Anger started to consume him. He couldn't fathom why his father would think of marriage like a business deal, incorporating it into his will as if it were a business transaction. That's absurd—marrying for the sake of money?
What is the essence of that? His father had taken a wrecking ball to the fairy tale Draymond had always imagined for his marriage.