MARION

The conference room of Whitfield Diamond Corporation was all glass, chrome, and caution. Men who controlled global supply chains sat with their backs straight, hands folded, calculating. The ones who didn't know better were waiting to see who held the real power in this room.

They were looking at me.

But the man sitting at the head of the table, the Chairman's seat, was my father.

Maxwell Whitfield. Billionaire. Legend. The kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to command ...