Elias looked between them, the world he had spent thirty years trying to fit into suddenly feeling like a house of cards. He realized then that his father’s coldness wasn't just discipline; it was distance—the distance of a man who looked at his son and saw a rival’s face. "Is it true?" Elias whispered.
"The merger is finalized," Arthur said, not looking up from his steak. "Elias, you’ll be lead counsel. It’s time you earned the office." Incest Story
Elias tightened his grip on his fork. He didn’t want the office. He wanted the jazz club in the basement of a brick building downtown—the one he’d been secretly funding for three years. "Actually, Father, I think Claire should take the lead. She has the background in international law." Elias looked between them, the world he had
Arthur Sterling, the patriarch whose name was etched onto half the skyscrapers in the city, sat at the head. To his right was Elias, the eldest son and heir apparent, who wore his father’s expectations like a suffocating wool coat. To his left was Claire, the daughter who had returned home after a five-year silence, carrying a secret that hummed beneath her skin. "The merger is finalized," Arthur said, not looking
"Julian was a partner," Claire countered. "And according to these, he owned forty percent of Sterling Group before he 'disappeared.'"