Despite the flood of messages and inquiries, Samuel remained unmoved. As he glanced at his phone, a small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.
Notification after notification came through: messages from his old circle of friends, the ones who had distanced themselves when James's return was made public. They had criticized him, mocked him, and assumed he'd never be anything more than a placeholder in his father's company. Now that the tides were turning, they wanted to crawl back into his life.
Samuel's fingers hovered over the screen as he read the messages. "Let's talk, Samuel. We want to cooperate again. Let's forget the past and work together for the future," one message said. Another said, "We made a mistake, we want to fix it. Please reconsider." But Samuel didn't even flinch. He didn't need them anymore.