CEO EMPIRE

wn business! – I shout over my shoulder and hear him snort resignedly. I own this farm and even before, when my father was still there, no one bossed

ood boy, now let's talk... I cross the space between us and to everyone's surprise, I untie the saddle they put on him. I throw it out of the pen and the animal runs again, this time at a calmer gallop. Certain ties need to be removed for trust to exist. It's fine for one day, let's see how he will act tomorrow when I get back. I jump out and Lennon approaches with his hat in his hand. My younger brother is similar to me, we are six years apart. And from him to Scarlett it is five years. My father's second wife, Mandy, left after my father died and left the children behind. So I'm more than just their older brother, I'm their father and mother. We've lived this way for five years, and I've tried to be a normal family, but it's not as easy as it seems to manage a farm the size of Paradise Farmer, and also take care of a teenager and a girl. Now they're older, but they still tend to give me trouble. Less Lennon, he's twenty-one years old and knows what he wants in life, to be a farmer like I am, like our father was. And all our ancestors were. The Clarksons of Nevada come from a long generation of Texas ranchers. Now, Scarlett is my sixteen year old little nightmare. Her dream is to be an actress and she dreams of moving to Los Angeles. But until she turns eighteen, I won't let her go. It's not because I'm overprotective, but my younger sister is a little crazy-headed. She has big ideas of having great love with a famous actor, or perhaps a singer. Her bedroom wall is full of photos of those Hollywood things. Nothing against it, she can dream and be whatever she wants, but she still doesn't have the malice to deal with these people. She was raised in a small Nevada town, Aboline Valley, and barely left the farm. How can I throw her into the lion's den when she dreams of eternal love and lives sighing, waiting for something unimaginable? — I thought you were going to ride it – Lennon comments as he follows me. — No, how could I ride a wild horse that doesn't know me? – I question him. — Didn't you learn anything from what I taught? No. Like Sebastian, who is his age, he also makes his own rules. What is happening to this generation? — I tried to ride him – he confesses. I was gone for two long weeks taking care of business in Texas. I have a cousin there, Mitchell Dawson, who has a stud farm that breed