Third Person POV
The conference room buzzed with layered energy—an undercurrent of power wrapped in polished suits, last names with weight, and whispered rivalries spanning generations. The long mahogany table gleamed under the overhead lighting as the third generation of the Michaels and Morgan families gathered for the quarterly review.
Clifton Michaels, 22, adjusted his tie for the third time in two minutes. Sitting beside him was his younger sister, Carmen, 21, looking bored out of her mind and making no effort to hide it.
"Why do I have to be here?" she whispered under her breath, flipping through the agenda packet with the enthusiasm of a teenager forced to go to church.
Clifton leaned in, whispering back, "Because you’re a stockholder. And because Grandfather said so."
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