Dwayne sank back into his chair, frustration etched across his face. "Mr. Johnson, do you have any other pressing matters? We need to address the companies' finances first! They hold the purse strings, and every penny we spend must pass through their hands!"

He felt stifled beyond measure. Despite it being his own money, control slipped from his grasp into the Pentras' hands. Allowing them control was one thing, but needing their consent for every expenditure? It felt like the greatest mockery