My fingers gripped my champagne glass tighter. He looked… neutral…felt like something was bothering him.

Finally, he spoke. His voice was low, steady. “I wasn’t sure I wanted to say anything tonight. To be honest, I don’t usually share stories from my past. Not because I’m ashamed, but because some scars don’t really fade.”

The room stilled. Every eye on him.

“As everyone knows, My father, Mr Wills built his company from the ground up,” Logan continued. ...