But three days later, everything changed.
That Monday morning, the entire office was buzzing. A surprise visit from one of the firm’s “silent board members” was scheduled. Rumors swirled—someone from the founding family? A major investor?
I was in the corner of the conference room, setting up the projector for the weekly meeting, when the elevator doors opened—and in walked the same old man I’d helped.
Arthur Wellington.
Except now, he wasn’t just an old man in a fedora. He was in a tailored navy suit, walking confidently with a polished cane, and flanked by two assistants.
Kyle’s face drained of color.
Mr. Halstead, the firm’s co-founder, rushed forward with a wide smile. “Arthur! We didn’t expect you in person!”
“I thought it was time,” Arthur said, voice calm but commanding. “Time I met the new faces… and saw what kind of people we’re growing in this firm.”
