My relatives, barely concealing their anger, couldn't express their discontent openly. The elders had already made their decisions and refused to go back on their word, choosing to remain quiet.
Later that night, my dad opened a bottle of champagne he'd been keeping for years to mark my achievement.
This accomplishment was crucial. I not only became the Marketing Director but also gained a fifth of the company's shares. Still, I didn't let this success make me overconfident. I kept analyzing market patterns and planning for the company's expansion.
While Henry initially followed my father's advice to stay away, his determination didn't hold for long. This time, though, he used more subtle methods.
I began receiving numerous deliveries from him—expensive bags, brand-name items, and even the deed to a property, now in my name.