Riley
I sit at my desk, scrolling through endless articles, company reports, and financial summaries, hoping to find something —anything— that can tell me what Callum's doing to my father's company.
But the deeper I dig, the less I find. Most of the information is either outdated or vague, with nothing solid on the current state of King Group, now rebranded under Callum's name. Every search comes up empty or blocked behind walls of jargon that feel intentionally confusing, and it makes me want to scream.
But the frustration is starting to boil over, and I feel helpless. Every time I try to peel back a layer, it seems like Callum has another firewall, another level of secrecy keeping me out.
My father's company was a beacon, something people respected, and now it's twisted into something I barely recognize.
