Remington Building.
The name gleamed in gilded gold, impossible to miss, heavy with legacy and influence. Catherine felt something click into place.
She pulled out her phone and searched, fingers swift and deliberate.
Remington of Meridon, family members.
There had to be a bachelor. There always was.
And once she had that name… Her path would no longer be blocked. It would be cleared.
As expected, the family had a website—immaculate, curated to perfection. Foundations. Art museums. Scholarship programs. Think tanks.
Catherine scrolled, unimpressed and mildly amused. The Remingtons were everywhere. Politics. Academia. Arts. Philanthropy. Finance. Insurance. Even entertainment, with one of them being a celebrated actor, his smile plastered across international billboards.
An aristocracy that had not only survived history, but monetized it.
Impressive, she thought dryly. And annoyingly thorough.
She scrolled down and reached the younger generation, when…
