"You can't go in," a security man firmly halted Linc's progress towards the room.
"Should I fire you? I am the CEO of Haven!" Linc seethed with anger, his voice dripping with authority.
"It hasn't been officially announced, but you can enter," Ryan interjected calmly.
"Official or not, I've been holding that position for over a week," Linc asserted as he confidently stepped into the room.
"Well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence. Evelyn shows up to hear Michael's will being read, yet she couldn't find the time for her own husband or grandson's burial," Linc sneered, casting a disapproving gaze towards Evelyn.
"Why should it concern you?" Ryan interjected sharply.
"Enough with the banter. Sit down and let's get this started," Ryan snapped, his impatience evident.
"You're acting all high and mighty, thinking that Michael left the majority of his inheritance to you just because you're the older sibling, aren't you?" Linc smirked knowingly.
