Bennett LandonThe meeting room was quiet, the air thick with anticipation. A group of executives sat in front of me, waiting for my decision.I glanced at the proposal in my hands. Profits, expansion plans, projections. On paper, it all looked good. But something was off.“This plan,” I said, tapping the document, “costs too much. Cut unnecessary expenses and focus on what actually brings in money.”The lead executive nodded quickly. “Yes, Mr. Landon. We’ll fix it right away.”I gave a small nod. “Good. Bring me a new version tomorrow.”As the meeting ended, my assistant, Daniel, handed me my schedule. “Dinner with your parents in an hour,” he reminded me.I sighed. “Of course.”*************The restaurant was elegant, the kind of place where deals were made over expensive wine and forced smiles.My mother was already seated, her posture perfect. My father barely looked up, focused on his watch. Always impatient.I slid into the seat across from them. “Mother, Father.” I acknowledge
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