Sophie Sutton leaned back in the executive chair, crossing her legs with the arrogance of a newly crowned queen. She smirked at Jack Brooks, her eyes dancing with malicious delight.
She was playing the rogue. She was welching on the bet. And she knew no one would stop her.
Jack Brooks turned his gaze to the head of the table.
"Old Master," Jack said, his voice calm but carrying a dangerous edge. "What do you say?"
Grandpa Sutton didn't even blink. He picked up his teacup, blew on the steaming liquid, and turned his head to look out the window, effectively treating Jack like air. His silence was a deafening statement of bias. He was the Patriarch, and he had chosen his favorite.
Seeing the Old Master's attitude, the other board members and executives immediately found their courage. Th
