Chapter 23 - MY SON MEETS MY WORLD

At eighteen, he attended his first formal meeting at the family holding company.
Not as heir.
Observer.
He had grown up around our wealth without being forced into it.
He saw the old men.
Dark suits.
Signet rings.
Low voices.
Men who still looked like Mafia bosses even while discussing hotel debt ratios.
Afterward:
“You guys are dramatic.”
“Yes.”
“Do I have to work here?”
“No.”
“Good.”
He studied engineering.
May you like
Worked elsewhere.
The family survived.