Reid
The Callahan family estate had always been a symbol of power and legacy—a constant reminder of the expectations placed on me since birth.
Walking into my father’s office, I was met with the familiar scent of expensive cigars and aged bourbon. The walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, not for reading but for display. A statement of wealth, influence, and control.
My father sat behind his massive mahogany desk, sifting through paperwork, his expression unreadable.
“Reid,” he greeted without looking up. “I assume you’re here to discuss the merger?”
I lowered myself into the chair across from him, my fingers tapping against the armrest. “The engagement announcement did its job. The media’s eating it up, and Prescott Enterprises’ stock has stabilized for now.”
He nodded
