He chuckles, stating, "Meaning that I shouldn't tell your old man?"

My insides churn. If my father finds out what I'm doing, I'm toast. I don't care if he knows once I'm already named CEO, but if he gets any whiff of what I'm up to, there will be consequences.

Huck's my father's friend, but he's also known for his discretion. Plus, it's not the first time I've had him do things for me under the radar. Still, I'm a bit nervous about this one. I've never intentionally deceived my family. I take a deep breath and reply, "Yeah, it means exactly that. Can I count on you?"

Huck lowers his voice. "Have I ever talked to your father about anything you've told me not to?"

My lingering worries dissolve. "No, you haven't. And that's why I'm trusting you with this delicate matter."

"Which is?" he inquires.

I tap my fingers on the arm of my chair, informing him, "I need a prenup in the next few hours."

Silence fills the line.

My gut flips. The quiet lasts so long that I wonder if he hung up. I ask, "Huck? Are you still there?"

"First of all, do you think I'm at your beck and call, Sebastian? I do have other clients and a busy law firm to run," he lectures.

I chuckle. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Whatever. I know you're just going to paste a bunch of clauses together and fill in a few sentences, then charge me an arm and a leg, along with a rush fee," I declare.

"Insulting me is not going to get you anywhere, Sebastian," he warns.

I continue, "Listen, I need a prenup. I don't have time to wait, so can we cut to the meat and potatoes of this ordeal?"

"Which one's this for? And why do you need it so fast?"

I cringe inside. After I overheard my first fiancée discussing how she'd be rich once she married me, I had Huck draw up prenups for the following three. Not that I ever got to see how good his prenups hold up, since I never made it down the aisle. But all of those were long negotiations, which should have been my first clue. The memories of going through that process aren't ones I ever wanted to revisit, but here I am, doing it again.

Negotiations are over, I remind myself.

A million dollars.

Georgia is crazy to believe I'll ever let that get into her bank account.

I ignore my tightening chest and announce, "I need a prenup, and I need it to say that I'm going to annul it by January 2nd."

He barks, "What are you talking about, Sebastian?"

"I'm not going into details with you, Huck. I need what I need," I state.

"Well, you're going to have to give me a little bit more detail than that if you want me to do this, kid," he says.