Incredible Michael Ventura

At the company.

65

"You think I can handle this responsibility, Dad?" Michael asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Edward nodded, a hint of pride glimmering in his eyes. "I have complete faith in you, Michael. You've already proven yourself capable, and I believe this opportunity will be the perfect platform for you to showcase your talents."

As they spoke, the atmosphere around them became charged with anticipation. It was as if the restaurant itself had caught wind of their conversation and held its breath in suspense. Just as the weight of the moment threatened to suffocate them, the waiter approached with their order, momentarily breaking the tension.

The waiter placed their plates in front of them with a polite smile and excused himself, leaving father and son alone once again. Michael's mind was still reeling from his father's proposition, but he knew he had to gather his thoughts. He picked up his fork, ready to indulge in a distraction.

"But, Dad," Michael began hesitantly, trying to find