The Sinclair mansion stood tall, casting long shadows in the late afternoon light. Indoors, the air was filled with a silent tension that had become usual ever since Evelyn became CEO. Ethan sat in the living room, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. he swirled the amber coloured liquid in the glass. The past few months had left him extremely discontent. As the first son, he was supposed to be the CEO but things hadn’t gone the way they should have, and now he was forced to play the supportive brother while she took the limelight. No one knew why he had stepped back, and he preferred to keep it that way. The sound of clicking heels interrupted his thoughts. He didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. “Ethan” Evelyn’s sharp voice came through. “Have you seen the latest projections from the finance team?” He took a slow sip of his whiskey, holding off on the answer just long enough to annoy her. "I've looked them over." "And?" she asked, tone implying this was a de