[Greyson Mansion]
"You must be joking, Father. How can you even ask me to accept that proposal?" David snapped, his voice sharp, his glare seething as it locked onto Byron.
The tension in the study was suffocating. Kalix's merger proposal had landed like a bomb on David's desk, and ever since, his mind had been spiraling. Kalix Andreas wasn't known for generosity or goodwill. He was calculating, dangerous, and always two steps ahead.
It didn't take long for David to realize who was behind it.
Of course. Byron.
The old man had reached out behind his back. Made his own move. And now he expected David to surrender.
Byron stood firm, unbothered by his son's fury. "Then tell me, David—how else do you expect me to save this company? The same company you nearly ran into the ground with your arrogance and impulsive decisions?"
David's jaw clenched, his fists tightening. "You went behind my back."
"No," Byron countered, his tone like a blade. "I cleaned up behind you—again."
