I adjust my suit, feeling the impeccable fabric mold to my body. Every detail matters. Every gesture needs to be calculated. As my father always said, a Vanderbilt never shows weakness, never wavers in the face of important decisions. So, I stride confidently to the conference table. In the minimalist and sophisticated environment, the seats are already occupied by familiar faces I've known since childhood.
To my right, my father, Harrison Vanderbilt, still maintains the imposing posture that has always characterized him. The illness may be eroding his strength, but his presence remains unshakable. He observes everything with attentive eyes, determined to stay in command until the last possible moment. Beside him is my uncle, Timothy Vanderbilt, a meticulous and staunch traditionalist, av
