But then, Agnes had an epiphany. To secure the most confidential key to Albert’s Arms was, after all, going to require a solid pretext. Reggie seemed somewhat taken aback by her revelation.
"Do you really want to take over the operations at Albert’s Arms, Septima?" he asked.
Agnes, her back to Reggie, fixed her gaze on Kearney, her expression a blend of anger and frustration. But Kearney, with his gentle demeanor and the hint of a smile playing at his lips, seemed every bit the affable elder brother. Agnes’s fingers slowly clenched into fists. Kearney’s eyes met hers, his smile constant, yet beneath it lay an unfathomable darkness, a chill of deadly seriousness.
Agnes realized that to deny it now would be to openly declare war. But she couldn't afford to burn bridges. That key was important, but not more than her godfather's life. Biting her words out one by one, Agnes stated, "Big Brother is right. I aim to take over the ventures previously managed by Phenix. With all that has happened at Albert’s Arms, they are in dire need of leadership. Being a daughter to my godfather, it's only natural I contribute my efforts."
Reggie, however, sighed deeply. "Phenix has already turned out this way; you better stay clear of Albert’s Arms, Septima. Do what you love instead. Leave Albert’s Arms be."
Kearney’s expression remained unchanged, his smile as faint as ever. "Godfather is just being protective of Septima. But, godfather, I've already decided to retire. If I'm also out of the picture, someone needs to shoulder Albert’s Arms. While Naylor has been trying, she lacks the knack for business. Septima is the best choice right now. With Mr. Whitfield’s support... After all, he’s godfather’s own son, handing Albert’s Arms over to him…"
"Stop, I won't agree," Reggie interjected.
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