The conference room of Monrrow Interprises had never been silent.
Somehow always had one board meeting or the other— financial, legal, marketing, advertising.
At this point it was exhausting and monotonous, but it was the only thing he had left over all the years.
Jin Monrrow.
Always been cold on the outside but mushy if anyone ever got through the cold exterior down to the centre. Very few had, including his wife.
He sighed, even after all these years the thought of her smile was still the only thing that could relatively calm him.
Jin was at the head of the table, looking bored as hell while one of his staff reported quarterly projections.
Numbers moved through the air like they always did. Growth margins. Loss ratios. Market positioning. All of it background noise.
His mind was elsewhere.
On Caleb.
His children were all he had left of his wife. The plan was always supposed to be simple. She'd be the warmth while he'd be stern. Balance. A counterweight.
