Chapter 73

• That night, sleep evaded me.
• Strange, considering how used I’d become to crashing on stiff office couches, skipping meals, running on espresso shots and deadlines. Usually, once I let myself lie down, sleep would hit me like a train even if I hadn’t eaten in days. But tonight, even with a warm dinner and a rare moment of calm, my mind wouldn’t shut off.
• I’d grown up admiring my father and brothers their ability to work through endless boardroom crises, economic downtrends, hostile takeovers, scandal, and sacrifice. They made it look seamless, like carrying empires on their backs was just a Tuesday. And now that I was the one on the front lines of our legacy, I understood the weight they had carried.