The room seemed to hold its breath as Alan unfolded the final pages of the will.
Even the faint murmurs that had accompanied the earlier inheritances had died down now, replaced by a thick, almost oppressive silence. Everyone present knew this was the moment that mattered. Assets, properties, sentimental bequests—they were details. What hung in the balance now was power.
The shares.
Alan adjusted his glasses, his voice measured and calm, as if he were not standing in the middle of a gathering that could shift the balance of an entire corporate empire.
“Logan Specter was… thorough,” he began. “He ensured that every person he cared about, in one way or another, received something from his estate.”
A few nods followed. Some relief flickered across faces as names were called and inheritan
