The moment Darian hung up with Fairfax, his phone rang again. It was Caden.
These past few days, their fathers had completely checked out of their respective companies, leaving them buried in work. Darian was exhausted.
“Did our dads plan this together?” he grumbled as he answered. “Are they deliberately trying to torture us? They even retired at almost the same time.”
Just after the patriarch of the Larson family stepped down and handed everything to Caden, Darian’s father had done the same.
“And they’re not even that old! They’re still in their prime. Why would they just quit?” Darian complained, feeling the strain of his new responsibilities.
Caden’s voice came back, dripping with sarcasm. “Do you hear yourself? Your father is in his late sixties.”
Was it a crime for a man in his late sixties to retire and enjoy his life? But to hear Darian talk, you’d think he was still in his prime. If men in their sixties were in their prime, what were men in their twenties and thirties supposed to do? Hang themselves up to dry?
“Isn’t that the age when they love power the most?” Darian countered.
“Okay, you might have a point there,” Caden conceded. Power was one thing, but ambition was another.
“So why do you think they’ve suddenly gone all zen on us?” Darian pressed. “They used to be so fierce when they were lecturing us. Compared to then, this is practically enlightenment.”
“Alright, cut the chatter,” Caden said. “Lynn Group is yours now, so you’d better protect it.”
If their fathers wanted to find their inner peace, what could they do? The companies were theirs now, and they had no choice but to step up.
“By the way,” Caden’s tone shifted. “Did you just get off the phone with Fairfax?”
“Yeah, I did. Why?”
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