The early morning sun crept slowly across the Martin estate, but its light brought no warmth. Inside, the once-bustling mansion was quiet — a silence thick with unease. Even the servants walked softly, afraid of being caught in David’s foul mood.
Jacob sat in the study, eyes fixed on the computer screen. Numbers, graphs, and documents filled it, each one worse than the last. He rubbed his temples, feeling the weight of his family’s future pressing down on his shoulders.
David had sold three major properties in the last 2 weeks alone. The funds were unaccounted for. Rumors had begun spreading among investors, and employees were starting to quit. It was all collapsing, one decision at a time.
The door burst open suddenly.
David strode in, still smelling faintly of alcohol. “What are you
