جميع فصول : الفصل

The glass walls of the nursery are soundproof, but they still let in the soft, amber glow of the morning sun. I sit in the rocker, watching the way the light catches the fine, pale hair on Leo’s head. He is three months old, and he has Alister’s chin and my father’s quiet, observant eyes. In this room, the high-stakes world of Thorne-Vance feels a million miles away. There are no ticker tapes here, no hostile takeovers, just the steady, rhythmic breathing of a child who will never know the weight of a stolen legacy.I look down at my hand resting on the edge of the crib. The diamond ring Alister gave me years ago catches a stray beam of light. It has become a part of me, a symbol of the day the screaming stopped and the building began. We didn’t just fix the company; we redesigned it. The Vance Foundation now funds forensic audits for small businesses, ensuring that men like Marcus can never again prey on the quiet brilliance of men like my father.The door opens softly. Alister walks