David Langston sat in his office, staring blankly at the view outside the window. The once-vibrant skyline now felt like a reminder of everything slipping through his fingers. Langston Industries was crumbling—his family's legacy, the company he had hoped to take to new heights, was facing the worst crisis in its history. The relentless media scrutiny, the loss of investors, and the constant pressure from all sides had left him in a state of despair. He felt completely powerless.
David sighed, his face pale and drawn, as his assistant knocked on the door and poked her head in. "Mr. Langston, your father and grandfather are here to see you," she said cautiously, sensing the gloom that hung over the room.
David nodded, signaling for her to let them in. Moments later, Richard and Harold entered, their expressions serious. Richard sat down across from David, while Harold remained standing, his eyes narrowing as he observed his grandson.
