Paul slumped back into his chair, his face flushed from the outburst. The dining room fell into an uncomfortable silence, broken only by the soft clinking of dishes as the maids hurriedly cleared the table.

"Well," Paul muttered, loosening his tie. "That went well."

Ethan remained standing, his knuckles white as he gripped the back of his chair. "You really had to bring up Dream Inc tonight?"

"Someone had to." Paul's voice was quieter now, but firm. "Your mother can scream all ...