Lennox Dubois twirled the crystal glass in his hand, the amber liquid catching the light from the chandelier above. His penthouse office exuded wealth and power, from the Italian leather furniture to the panoramic view of the city below. He watched his son pace back and forth, agitation evident in every step.
"Sit down, Alistair. You're giving me a headache with all that movement," Lennox commanded.
Alistair dropped into a plush armchair across from his father. "I just can't believe Elara's audacity. After everything we've done for her."
Lennox snorted. "What exactly have we done for her? Cut her off when she married Damien Thorne against your wishes?"
"That's different. She betrayed the family business by marrying into Thorne Industries."
"And now she's betraying us again by not helping Vivienne." Lennox took a measured sip of his whiskey. "Frankly, I expected nothing less from her."