ADRIAN
Harrington led the way a little further down the terrace, past the main dining setup and toward a more quieter section.
He didn’t waste time on small talks.
"I won’t keep you long," he said. "You already know what this conversation is about, right?."
"Yes, I do know," I replied.
"I’ll be direct with you, Adrian," he said. "You want the company. I know that. You’ve made your intentions very clear over the past months, and I respect the way you’ve positioned yourself."
I nodded once, keeping my posture relaxed. This was the moment everything had been leading toward.
Harrington looked out toward the skyline for a second, then back at me. "I always thought I’d be handing the keys to a Harrington. Well, both of my children are completely uninterested in taking over."
He continued
