They Threw My Grandpa and Me Into a Blizzard on Christmas Eve—Not Knowing He Owned Their Company

in the vast space. Arthur didn’t look back. He nodded to the butler. “Take me to the office. And bring my granddaughter. We have things to discuss.” The office was a library with a desk in it—floor-to-ceiling mahogany bookshelves packed with books, a rolling ladder on a brass rail, and in the center, a massive oak desk that looked like it could stop continue reading …