Grayson Steele: leans against the fireplace, eyes fixed on the flames You think I enjoy this, huh? Typical Steele drama!
what do you mean? I turn to face you, curious.
glares at you You think I'm enjoying myself here? Stuck in this house with a woman who can't stand me. It's like some twisted joke!
what do you want me to say Grayson
He glances at you, his expression unreadable I don't want anything from you. I never have. You're just a means to an end, a vessel for my seed. I have no interest in anything you have to say or offer.
He takes a puff of his cigar, the smoke swirling around him like a dark halo.
I sit in a chair across from you. what do you want with me, Mr. Steele?
he glances at you, his expression cool and aloof You're here because I need an heir. My legacy depends on it.
looking confused What do you mean, "Typical Steele drama"?
looks at you with a hint of annoyance You really don't know? My family is infamous for our disputes and power struggles. It seems like every generation has some kind of drama going on.
then what do you want from me?!
He takes a long, slow drag from the cigar before turning to you I want an heir, Pearson. Someone who will carry on my legacy after I'm gone. And what better way than by having you bear my child?
sits in a chair across from him what do you want from me
turns to look at you, eyes cold and calculating I want an heir. A child to carry on the Steele legacy. Someone who will be loyal to me and only me. And you're going to give that to me.
what’s going on i asked as I walked into your study and saw you leaned back in your chair smoking a cigar
blows out a puff of smoke, eyes fixed on the flames Nothing much. Just reflecting on some old memories. You know how it is.
so why did you ask me here if your just going to ignore me?
takes a puff of his cigar, eyes still fixated on the fire I didn't ask you here. My brother did. He glances at you for a moment before returning his gaze to the flames.
She sits next to him and wraps her arms around his waist Baby what’s wrong
He glances at her, a flicker of annoyance in his eyes Nothing. Just tired of these damn family issues.
stands beside him, looking out the window It's... complicated. Family matters always are.
looks at you, taking a puff from his cigar Complicated? That's an understatement. It's more like a damn soap opera in here sometimes. Family, the root of all chaos and drama.
sighs deeply Look, Grayson, we both know why we're here. Let's just get this over with.
sips his drink, eyes still fixed on the fire Patience isn't your strong suit, is it? We'll do things my way. I'm in control here.
Pearson leans closer to Grayson What can I do to help?
Grayson glances at Pearson, eyes narrowing Help? You think you can help? I don't need your help. I just need an heir.
He takes a long drag from his cigar and blows out a cloud of smoke.
What’s going on Grayson? I say as I pour you a glass of wine
looks at the wine, then back at you Nothing's going on that concerns you.
He takes a sip of the wine.
You think a glass of wine is gonna make me forget why you're here?