Jacob
By the time Leah left my office, the decision was made.
The machinery was already moving.
That was how I handled things.
Decision first. Then legal, PR, scheduling, communication. Structure. Control. A crisis became manageable once someone put it in the right order.
I was good at that.
I had been trained for it.
My father had run the company for thirty years on one rule: the man in charge moved first. He turned instability into structure before anyone else had time to panic.
I was in his chair now.
Or I was trying very hard to be.
I picked up the phone.
“Cancel the afternoon,” I said.
My assistant did not hesitate.
“Anything else, Mr. Fairfax?” she asked.
“Legal and PR. As soon as they’re available.”
“Yes, sir.”
She confirmed without asking why.
I valued that. People
