I had always known what was expected of me. Duty has been engraved in my DNA from the moment I was born. Though duty bound in nature, there was one thing that my body rejects in doing—taking over the legacy my grandfather dedicated his life to. I thought my twin sister was the answer to my woes, but alas, it's not. I was back in the estate after my aerial session, having lunch with grandparents in the garden behind the mansion.

"How's your living arrangement?" Grandfather asked, as if checking if I'm doing my task as diligent as I could possibly do. I did not let my mind wander to my future brother-in-law and just focused on the meal served before us. Caramelized onion & goat cheese tart served with spring green salad and elderflower sparkling lemonade.

"It's fine." I said trying to sound nonchalant living with Atlas. It was anything but nonchalant but my grandparents doesn't need to know about that.

"Have you been sleeping good?" this time it was my grandmother asked and gave her a genuine smile.

"Yes, the place is actually not bad. Monochromatic with all the grays and blacks, but beautiful designed."

"Really?" My grandmother raised her delicate brow. "It must be difficult to see anything but one color, or of similar shade is it not?"

"It is, but I can manage." I think I did get the affinity for vibrant colors from my grandmother, especially pastels. "Well, maybe you're the color that it needs." She placed a hand on my cheek. I chuckled a little. Well, let's hope you're right grandmother. I didn't mention any other different color I have seen in that place.

Black and blue—bruises.

Red. Scarlet red—blood.

I stopped my thoughts. And here I am, my mind wandering back to a certain aggravating six foot six man. "Any leads on Tassy?" I asked, trying to distract my mind. A brief silence befalls ass.

"No, but there was a lead in Sao Paolo." Grandfather spoke after drinking a sip of his drink. I frowned.

"Why would she be in Brazil of all places?"

"Who knows what your insolent sister is thinking." A pang hit my chest. We may not be as close as we were when we were, but I didn't like how my grandfather called my twin insolent.

"Henry," my grandmother's voice was firm, reprimanding my grandfather. He just let out a grunt and I gave a look at my grandmother, offering a silent thank you. I bid my goodbye to my grandparents as I drove towards Leander's apartment. Zeb opened the door and let me in, impassive as ever but I understand for the sake of duty. I promised to pay him a visit today, and probably stay here until it's safe to come back to the penthouse.

"How long are you going to play this charade of avoiding your brother-in-law?" Leander asked as he sat on the sofa next to me, while we watched an episode of Desperate Housewives. I didn't answer because I don't have any answer to that question at all. I just sighed.

"I need to look for a job," I said. Lean shot me a look.

"Darling, you're part of the one percent—" he held a finger. "No, zero point zero zero zero zero one percent, why would you need a job if you could just buy a company, manage that, gain more money, even though you don't need to since your great great great great great great great grandchildren are already set up for life?" I laughed as he held a finger up when he's saying the word great.

"Leander..." He laughed and held my hand.

"I know darling, but what do you wanna do? I mean between the four of us, you're like the jack of all trades. You can do anything and then be darn decent good about it."

"I wanted to apply for a job in a publishing house." I said. Lean rolled his eyes.

"Of course it's the books." I smiled.

"Be serious for one moment!" I said hitting his arm lightly.

"Well, the thing is, your last name alone just over qualifies you for an entry position in a publishing house, and to be honest, you could probably apply as the president immediately or like I said, buy the whole damn company" I laughed.

"I want to work my way up, is that so bad?"

"Jeez Kensington, people would kill to have your pedigree and just have everything handed to you just like that." He said as he snapped his fingers.

"I know but—"

"Yeah, yeah, you and your selfless successor paradox." He offered a smile "You really just want to do things your way huh? May it be the most painstakingly difficult road or not, as long as it's in line with that freaking morals and values of yours, you do not hesitate." I laughed.

"Sorry,"

"Please, don't apologize. In hindsight, I wish rich people would be like you." I raised a brow.

"Says the popstar who's part of the rich people." He smiled.

"Well, difference is I'm not an asshole about my wealth and I worked hard for it." He was right. He grabbed his laptop and opened a Google. "Let's find you an entry level job at a publishing company, Mother Teresa."