Miles Monroe's expression shifted, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face for perhaps the first time in Jake's memory. The businessman calculating risks had momentarily replaced the controlling father.
"Jake," Miles said, his voice lower now, "we should discuss this privately."
"There's nothing to discuss," Jake replied, feeling a strange new confidence. "I'm not asking for your permission or your blessing. I'm telling you how things are going to be."
Captain Morrison, sensing the shift in power dynamics, cleared his throat. "Gentlemen, this deck needs to be cleared for regular operations. I suggest you continue this... negotiation elsewhere."
Richard Jenkins-Whitmore straightened his jacket, his face a careful mask once more. "Amity, we'll speak later. When you've had time to cons
