Sense of Guilt

Matthew sat in his penthouse office, staring out at the city lights of Makati. The skyline stretched before him, a sea of high-rise buildings and neon-lit billboards, each one a reminder of how far he had come. How far Sentinel Systems had come.

And yet, despite all his success, despite the billions flowing through his company, a strange feeling settled in his chest—guilt.

He had done what needed to be done. Diluting Saimon and Leo's shares was a business decision, not a personal one. They weren't contributing in any meaningful way. They had been handed wealth most people could only dream of, just for being at the right place at the right time.

Still, they were his friends—or at least, they had been.

Matthew exhaled sharply and leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He was a businessman first, always had been. If Sentinel was going to dominate on a global scale, it couldn't afford to carry dead weight.