The boardroom was silent as Starry Wordsworth concluded his presentation. Seated at the head of the long table, his commanding presence demanded respect. He didn't have to demand it in words. He didn't have to make them do as he wanted. They recognized his authority in the company over everyone else's. They were loyal to him, and he was not going to lose what he'd built to his cousin, Vincent, all because of a foolish demand by his father.
The room’s modern design—glass walls, sleek furniture, and state-of-the-art technology was a reflection of Starry’s taste for luxury. It reflected wherever he went. Every place he entered had a touch that could be traced back to him.
"That concludes today’s agenda," Starry said, his voice calm but firm. "If there are no further questions, this meeting
