**JAPHETH POV**The conference room went quiet the second I walked in, which was somehow worse than if it hadn’t. Ten faces turned toward me, board members, division heads, a couple of lawyers I didn’t recognize, all of them doing the math on exactly how long I’d been back in the country and exactly how unqualified that made me look, sitting down in the CFO’s chair like I’d earned it instead of been handed it.“Everyone, my son, Japheth,” Dad said, like that settled anything.I sat. I nodded at faces I half-remembered from childhood dinners, men who used to ruffle my hair and now looked at me like I was a line item they hadn’t approved.One of them didn’t bother pretending otherwise.“Alaric Voss,” he said, not standing, not offering a hand. Senior VP of Finance, I placed the name a half second before I placed the face, older, sharper around the eyes than I remembered. “I’ve been with Montgomery twelve years, Mr. Montgomery. Long enough to have expected this seat myself, if I’m being
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