After my grandfather’s funeral, my nephew showed up in a tailored suit, acting like the company was already his. He tossed around big words, bragged about “modernizing operations,” and made it clear he planned to take full control. I didn’t argue. I welcomed him in, told him I trusted his vision, and stepped aside with a smile. What he didn’t realize was that my grandfather and I had spoken months before he passed—and I was holding onto one detail that would flip the entire situation on its head. The day he found out, all hell broke loose.
Jake strutted into the office, chest puffed out and a grin that screamed confidence, greeting everyone with a strong handshake. He paused only to give quick nods, tossing out phrases like 'under my leadership.' The employees exchanged small smiles and whispers as he passed, chuckling as if they shared a silent joke. I stood back, arms crossed, watching the new circus unfold before us, knowing full well that Jake had no clue about the real storm brewing.