Mistaking the Master for a Stray

Summary

The Harrington family, one of the most formidable old-money dynasties on the East Coast, had finally found their biological son.

I had only stopped by the Harrington estate in Greenwich to observe the spectacle. I hadn't even taken off my coat when the family’s golden boy—the adopted son—walked into the foyer, flanked by four private security guards.

He looked me up and down, his eyes snagging on my unassuming clothes, before he tossed a sleek, black titanium card at my feet.

""So, you’re the brother my parents dragged out of the Appalachian backwoods?""