My name is Ben, and my life is a mess! First, my secretary, Jane, catches me doing something embarrassing. Now, she says I have to do what she wants, or she'll tell everyone! Then, my brother Collins loses a lot of money, and I have to fix it. And guess what? Someone I trust-Frank-is actually working for my biggest enemy, Mr. Shadrach! I try to be smart and stop Jane, but she and her ex-boyfriend, Alex, trick me. Now, I'm in big trouble. My wife, Diana, finds out everything and calls the police. She saves me, but then she leaves me! Just when I think my life is over, I meet Kiera, the most amazing singer ever. Maybe, just maybe, I can start over... if I can survive all this mess!
The Laz family estate sparkled beneath the warm glow of golden chandeliers. The air was rich with the scent of grilled seafood, seasoned rice, and aged wine-a feast carefully arranged to reflect harmony. But beneath the surface, tension simmered like a pot ready to boil over.
Chief Lazarus-"Chief Laz" to most-sat at the head of the long mahogany table, surveying his family with the quiet scrutiny of a man who'd built an empire and watched it crack at the edges. Tonight wasn't just about dinner. It was about reckoning.
To his right sat Ben, his second son and the golden boy of Boca Holdings. Always composed, always strategic. Ben's posture was perfect, his face calm. But Chief Laz could see it-the tightness in his jaw, the flicker in his eyes. Something was off.
Fiona, the eldest child, sat with quiet grace. She cut her fish with precision, her expression unreadable, but her knuckles were pale from how tightly she held her fork. She was the peacekeeper, always trying to hold the family together.
Next to Ben was Diana, his wife. Her smile was forced, and she barely touched her food. She hadn't looked at Ben once since they sat down. The space between them was loud, filled with things left unsaid.
At the far end sat Mrs. Laz, her elegant fingers gently massaging her aching wrist. Her arthritis had gotten worse lately, but she didn't complain. Instead, she sat quietly, eyes moving between her children, heart heavy with worry. She had hoped this dinner would soothe the cracks in their family, not deepen them.
And then came Collins-the storm at the table.
He leaned back lazily in his chair, legs crossed, a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, revealing a gold chain resting against his chest. He looked more like a nightclub owner than the son of a business tycoon. His eyes gleamed with arrogance and mischief, even before he spoke.
Chief Laz cleared his throat and set his glass down. His voice was calm, but there was steel beneath the surface.
"Collins, we need to talk."
Collins gave a dry chuckle and swirled his drink. "Sure, Pops. Let's talk."
"It's your behavior. The gambling. The debts. You think I don't hear the whispers in Victoria Island? You're bleeding money and dragging our name through the mud."
The room fell silent. The clink of silverware stopped. Fiona froze mid-bite. Ben's lips pressed into a thin line. Even Diana looked up.
Mrs. Laz's voice was soft but firm. "Collins, listen to your father. He's trying to help you."
"Help?" Collins scoffed. "Feels more like control. You built this empire, and now you think you can rule us all from your chair forever."
He leaned forward, eyes locked on his father's.
"Tell me, when are you going to let go? Or are you planning to die at that desk, gripping Boca like it's the last thing keeping your heart beating?"
The insult landed like a slap.
Diana looked away, her discomfort visible. Fiona stared at her plate. Ben's hand curled into a fist beneath the table, knuckles tight.
Mrs. Laz flinched, pain flickering across her face-not from arthritis this time, but from the words.
"Enough," she said gently. "We are still a family, Collins. Your father built this for all of you. For your future. He's not asking for perfection. He's asking for responsibility."
Collins smirked, the whiskey already dulling the edge of his tongue. "Responsibility? Don't make me laugh. Everyone here is playing a role. Ben's the golden boy. Fiona's the quiet peacemaker. Diana... well, she barely says a word these days." He paused, his eyes lingering on his brother. "And Ben-he's not as perfect as you all think."
Ben's jaw clenched tighter. He met his brother's gaze but said nothing. Not here. Not in front of the family.
Collins stood, finishing his drink. "Same speech, different night." He tossed his napkin on the table and walked away.
"Collins-" Mrs. Laz tried to rise but winced, pain locking her fingers. Fiona quickly steadied her.
"Mom, take it easy," she whispered.
Mrs. Laz nodded, voice tired. "I'm just... tired of all this."
Chief Laz sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Fiona, go after him. Make sure he doesn't get himself killed tonight."
She nodded, already rising.
Diana stood, too, brushing invisible crumbs from her dress.
"Excuse me," she said softly. Her heels echoed against the marble floor as she left, still not glancing at Ben.
Now it was just father and son.
Chief Laz looked at Ben with heavy eyes.
"Fix this. Fix everything before it's too late."
Ben stared at the untouched wine in front of him. Too late was already breathing down their necks. But he gave a small nod.
Because he knew something bigger was coming.
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