Elias tightened his grip on his fork. "I’m not soft, Father. I’m ethical. There’s a difference."
Julian tossed the letter onto the table. It slid across the polished mahogany, stopping right in front of Elias. pussy mom mature incest
"The board is concerned about the merger, Elias," Arthur said, not looking up from his steak. "They think you’re soft." Elias tightened his grip on his fork
"At least I stayed," Elias snapped. "I stayed while you ran off to 'find yourself' on our mother's inheritance—the inheritance you weren't supposed to touch until she was gone." There’s a difference
Arthur Sterling, the patriarch whose wealth was built on a foundation of "strategic silence," sat at the head. To his right was Elias, the eldest son and heir apparent, who spent his life mimicking his father’s posture until his own spine felt like glass. To his left was Julian, the "prodigal" who had returned after five years of radio silence, smelling of cheap cigarettes and secrets.
Arthur finally looked up. His eyes were cold, professional. "She left because she was weak. And she gave you that money because she knew you were the weakest link. A bribe to stay away."