Inside, Brandon was fuming, but on the outside, he even smiled, politely.

Damon was paralysed by the door, looking at Brandon, no, at Friedrich.

“B-brandon?” He asked, stuttering.

“No, Mr. Montgomery. My name is Friedrich Ashford.” Brandon said and got up, walking to Damon and offering his hand for a shake.

Damon didn’t change much, Brandon thought. He was muscled, and that was it.

“Friedrich? I’m sorry, you really look like someone else.”

“Oh, I bet I do. I had a twin.” Friedrich said and smiled.

“A t-twin?”

“Yes, a twin. He was a rebel, you see. Left the family, and in the end, we were the ones having to clean up his mess.”

Damon frowned. He didn’t like Brandon, but what mess did the family clean?

“Wasn’t him… murdered?”

“He was. But we don’t have to talk about those private family affairs. What is it that you’d like to discuss?” Brandon asked in a very polite manner. “Please, take a seat.”

“Thank you, Mr. Ashford.” Damon said. “Well, my company is looking for investors a