(Author's POV)
Matriarch Eleanor's insomnia had a very simple root cause: her son, Phineas.
At thirty-three, the supreme head of the Everett Global Group was still unmarried. Years ago, her husband, William, had tried to trick Phineas into a comprehensive physical, hoping to find a physiological reason-or perhaps a preference for men-that explained his bachelorhood.
Phineas hadn't played along. instead, he had coldly tossed a medical file onto his father's mahogany desk. It was a post-operative report for a vasectomy.
"I have sterilized myself to focus entirely on the empire," he had declared without blinking. "No distractions."
William had nearly suffered a heart attack on the spot. Now, with even his niece Serena reaching marriageable age, Phineas remained alone, heirless, and unbot
