As the voice resonated through the opulent ballroom, a hush fell over the crowd. Everyone turned to see a tall, impeccably dressed man making his way through the grand doors. It was Michael Carter, the CEO of Hayes Capital, my mentor, and the man who had insisted on including a conduct clause in my contract years ago. He was a powerful figure in the industry, and his presence was commanding enough to make even the most confident pause.
“Richard,” Michael continued, addressing my father with a calm yet authoritative tone, “this isn’t the place for coercion or public manipulation.”
My father, who had always prided himself on his commanding presence, suddenly looked smaller, his earlier bravado shrinking under Michael’s steady gaze. “Michael, this is a family matter,” he stammered, trying to regain control.
