When aristocratic Eddie inherits the family estate, he discovers that it's home to an enormous weed empire - and its proprietors aren't going anywhere.
Will he continue his father's business or will he leave. How would his family react, will he be...
The sun was setting over the busy fish market, casting a warm glow over the bustling stalls. Tommy, a rugged man with a keen eye for business, was weighing a handsome-looking turbot when two women approached. He looked up, squinting in the golden light.
"Handsome-looking turbot," Susie Glass remarked with a smirk. "Two and a half kilos. Not bad for a wild fish."
Tommy grinned, wiping his hands on his apron. "All right, sweetheart. You looking or buying?"
Susie stood a little straighter, her presence commanding attention. She wore a sharp tailored dress, paired with sleek YSL heels, looking completely out of place yet entirely confident in the fish market. "Neither. I'm here for you," she said, stepping forward. "My name's Susie Glass."
Tommy cocked his head, still confused. Before he could speak, Susie added, "Eloquent and stylish daughter of Bobby Glass?"
Tommy's expression shifted immediately. "I respect Bobby. Everyone respects Bobby."
Susie nodded, glancing at her companion before continuing. "Can we have a little convo about Freddy Horniman?"
Tommy's eyes darted between the two women before settling on the other one. "Wait, hold on. Aren't you...?"
Mary stepped forward, her voice calm and steady. "Alexandra Mary, yes."
Tommy's mouth dropped slightly, the realization hitting him. "Of course, of course. Apologies, Your Highness. Didn't expect... you to show up at a place like this."
Mary nodded but remained silent, letting Susie continue the conversation.
"Let's go upstairs," Tommy finally said, gesturing toward the small office above the market.
Inside Tommy's office, the smell of fish was replaced by the scent of paperwork, coffee, and cigarettes. Tommy leaned back in his chair, watching the two women closely. "So, I hear your dad's caught a nasty cold," he began, shifting his attention to Susie.
Susie didn't miss a beat. "He's four into a ten stretch."
"Ouch," Tommy muttered, rubbing his chin. "I've heard nothing but good things about your operation. I used to think the puff game was too much hassle. Too bulky, not enough return. Sounds like you've got it under manners."
