George struggled against his restraints, his face reddening with anger. "Keaton! Tell them to release me immediately! This is outrageous!"
Keaton just smiled. It was a pleasant smile, the kind that didn't reach his eyes. "Doesn't this ring a bell, Father?"
George's struggles paused. For a moment, confusion flickered across his features before being replaced by dawning comprehension—and then fury.
"It was just business," George spat. "Everything I did was just business!"
Keaton's smile turned sheepish, almost nostalgic. "Yes, I suppose it was. Business is business, after all. Isn't that what you always taught me?"
MJ watched the exchange with growing fascination.
There seemed to be history here—old wounds and bitter lessons hiding beneath the surface of their words.
He had heard rumors, of course. Everyone in the corporate world had heard whispers about how George Hewitt had built his empire, the competitors he crushed, the underhanded tactics he employed.
