“You were generous to give them the ninety-day grace period.”

“Power isn’t shown by how hard you crush someone,” I said, repeating the quiet principle my father had taught me years ago.

“It’s knowing when to let them walk away.”

Samuel nodded slowly and held the study door open as we stepped inside the quiet villa.

“Your father kept that chest locked during every quarterly audit,” Samuel said, setting his portfolio on the oak desk.

“He always believed the real strength of a family legacy was knowing when to stay silent.”