“So,” Dad said to me. “Go out. Have fun. Meet people. Learn what you can from Byron.”


“How long?” I barely had enough air for two words.


“If you’re not married by your fortieth birthday, we’ll revisit.” Dad put his hands on the desk and stood. “Meeting adjourned.”


“What? So I don’t come to the office anymore? You’re firing me for working too hard?”


“I’m asking you to wait,” Dad said as he slid the door open. “Become the man you’re supposed to be.”


I knew exactly who I was.


I was Logan Crowne, and Logan Crowne was Crowne Industries.


I just had to prove it.