Noah
My father summoned me to his office the moment I walked through the doors of Hargrove Holdings on Monday morning, Priya's warning text from the day before having clearly been the opening move in what was about to become a considerably less gentle conversation.
He didn't waste time on pleasantries this time either, gesturing toward the chair across from his desk the second I stepped inside, his expression harder than I'd seen it in weeks.
"Sit," he said, and I did, bracing myself for whatever was coming.
"I received an interesting call this weekend," he began, folding his hands together on the desk in front of him, his voice deceptively calm in the way it always was right before he delivered something particularly sharp. "From one of our primary investors. Apparently they've grown
