Reagan's POV
The second Allyson walked out and left me alone with my father, I felt the shift in the air.
Why her specifically?
Why put her in charge of my training?
Michael Jade had dozens of seasoned project coordinators at his disposal, yet he deliberately chose Allyson to oversee my transition into the company.
My father never made decisions without calculated reasoning, especially when it came to business matters.
I adjusted my stance and studied him carefully. He leaned back in his leather chair, rotating to face me directly, arms folded across his chest with that familiar expression of cold authority carved into his features.
His voice sliced through the silence like ice.
"This is my empire. You never challenge my directives. Particularly not in front of my employees."
My entire body tensed.
That tone carried no negotiation. It was an ultimatum carved in granite.
