The polished glass doors of the grand boardroom swung open as Grandma Carter stepped in, her heels clicking against the marble with a rhythm of authority. Behind her, her assistant followed quickly, carrying her leather bag with both hands as though it contained treasure.

Every head turned. The long conference table was already filled chairmen in crisp suits, CEOs with folders stacked neatly before them, and at the far end, Mr. Tyler, the group president, sat with his usual stiff dignity.

“Madam Carter,” several voices greeted in unison.

She gave a faint smile, lifting her chin. “Gentlemen.”

No one dared to comment on her lateness. It was already an unspoken...