Gregory Funon exhaled sharply, rubbing his temples as he ranted at his two sons. "This company was built on discipline. On structure. And yet, look at the mess we’re in." His gaze flicked between them. "Do either of you understand what it takes to hold an empire together?"
"We understand just fine, Father," Ethan muttered, shifting in his seat. Always the more relaxed of the two, but today, irritation tightened his features. "What we don’t understand is why you're suddenly so invested in lecturing us."
Caleb leaned forward. "For years, you barely let us lift a finger in this company. It was always Nia."
Gregory’s jaw tightened. "Because Nia had a mind for business," he said coolly. "She was efficient. She understood what needed to be done. Unlike you two, who’d rather squander your time
