GLIDED CAGE
He didn't just want a seat at the table. He wanted the heart of the home.
The Sinclair-Wellesley name meant old money, high art, and a fragile, curated peace. Milo, the youngest and most "cherished" of the clan, was the crown jewel of that peace—a soft-spoken academic with porcelain skin and a soul made of books. He was a boy meant for quiet libraries, not the jagged edges of the corporate world.
Then came Jackson Vance.
A titan built of steel, gasoline, and unbridled ambition, Jax didn't ask for permission—he took.