The morning sunlight filtered through the high windows of the Knight mansion, a sprawling estate just outside Chicago's city limits. Though Dwayne had long since moved into his own penthouse in the city, family obligations still tugged at him from time to time, and today he found himself reluctantly walking through the polished oak doors of the dining hall.
The long mahogany table was already set, silverware gleaming, the faint aroma of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the buttery scent of croissants and scrambled eggs. His older brother, Sean, sat at the far end, crisp in a navy suit as if he were headed straight for a board meeting. Harold had trained Sean to be sharp, composed, and ruthless, and Sean never missed a chance to remind Dwayne of it.
"Look who finally decided to show up," Sean said, his lips curling in a smug smile as he tapped his watch. "Ten minutes late. Not the best look for the so-called heir."
