Storm
Leaning back in the plush leather chair, I took a deep breath, the rich scent of aged leather and polished wood grounding me in the moment. The boardroom was still buzzing with the energy of our latest achievement—a significant deal with a Japanese surplus cars company. It was a big win for the company, a testament to the hard work and strategic vision that had guided us here. But as the board members filed out, leaving just me and my dad, Sky Theodore Butler, the room felt like it was shifting into something more personal, more intimate.
Dad poured two glasses of champagne, a quiet smile playing on his lips as he handed one to me. His office, adorned with accolades and mementos from a storied career, felt like a sanctuary of wisdom. The pride in his eyes mirrored my own satisfacti
