ALFRED LEPRINCE SENTENCED TO TEN YEARS IN PRISON AFTER DRUG CARTEL SCANDAL

Adam has already seen the headline a hundred times, and he didn't need Agathe lecturing him on it one more time. She had thrown the newspaper in front of him but he didn't even glance at it. She continued to stare at him.

"Well? Do you have anything to say?"

Adam had learned silence was the best answer in these types of situations.

Agathe sighed. "Did you even read the article? Or did you just do the bare minimum like with everything you do?"

Silence.

"Fine," she continued. "It doesn't really matter, because what I'm going to tell you is the same. Your father put me in charge in case anything happened to him and he didn't get to run your account anymore. He trusted me enough to know that I would make the decision I thought was best, but before you get angry I promise I'm doing it for your public life, not your personal one. I personally don't care how many people you sleep with or how drunk you get every night, but the government is watching you like a hawk right now. They might have gotten your father locked up, but they're going to be keeping their eye on you as well. You need to stay low and do absolutely nothing that could possibly get you in trouble."

"I'm not a child, Agathe," Adam retorted. "I know what I'm doing,"

"I really don't think you do. I'm locking all your bank accounts except for one, which I'm going to have under constant surveillance. The very second you spend the tiniest amount on something stupid, I'll know, and end up freezing that account too."

Adam immediately felt the anger surge through him. She had absolutely no right! Adam thought that his father being in prison might actually get him off his back, but apparently it was too good to be true. He knew his father had seen his prosecution coming ever since the first article questioning his innocence came out a few months ago – he was smart enough to plan ahead. This always meant ruining Adam's life. He knew there was nothing he could do while his father was in prison, and even with his father out of prison he doubted there was anything that could possibly be done. Agathe was too loyal to his father to budge either.

It didn't mean he was happy about it.

"There's one more thing," she added. Was completely destroying everything that gave him joy not enough for one day? "I've suggested to Mrs. Potts that you should hire some sort of personal assistant.

"An assistant?" he interjected angrily. "Why on earth would I want an assistant?" The fewer people he could associate himself with, help especially, the better. His father couldn't have possibly put Agathe up to this.

Agathe glared at him. "Your father has dealt with everything that's been thrown your way your entire life. He's not here to do that for you anymore, and if you think you can suddenly handle it on your own, you're worse than I thought. The number of emails you're going to be getting soon will need to be sorted through, and you need to find someone to do it. Fast. You don't really have a choice in this one."

Adam pursed his lips. "Fine. Tell Mrs. Potts to take care of it, I don't want anything to do with whoever is hired. "

"If you had a personal assistant you could be telling them that, not me. But because I'm nice, I'll tell her for you. Now get out of my damn office."