Reynolds plans

Clavier’s wife chimed in, trying to diffuse the tension. “That’s right, Clavier. The tea is getting cold,” she said with a gentle smile.

Reynolds maintained a pleasant facade, his smile never faltering. “It’s alright, I can answer any questions you have,” he said smoothly. “As for the 40% of her share, it was donated to an orphanage as of her will. And as for the name change, I believed it was only natural to rebrand the company for the better,” he explained, his words carefully chosen to appease.

Clavier remained unconvinced, but he decided to drop the topic for the evening. The dinner proceeded, with polite conversation filling the room. The clinking of cutlery against plates mingled with the soft murmur of voices.