Legacy
Arrieta, was speaking in a voice so low it was almost a whisper, but the weight of it seemed to anchor the entire room.
"The board is already calling, Luke," the lawyer said, his tone more fatherly than professional, though it carried a sting. "The cafeteria wasn't just a 'scene.' It was a declaration of instability. In this city, pride is a currency, and you just spent yours on a junior editor in front of four hundred witnesses."
Luke didn't defend himself. He stared at a glass paperweight on his desk, his jaw working in silence.
"I’ve known your father since before you were...you know," Arrieta continued, leaning forward. "The Legacy isn't built on truth; it’s built on the image of perf
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