Aspen walked in, his father trailing behind him. Aspen breathed in the air so quickly, hoping that the quick waves of fresh air blasting his lungs would make his anger dissipate, and for a moment, it was working.

 Mr. McKinney watched his son do a bit of stress relief exercises while he got comfortable on the chair.

 Aspen walked around and finally sat down, calm and ready to address his father.

 "You do know that you just threw out the shares of the Dubois family, right?” His father finally said, and Aspen fought not to roll his eyes.

 There was vaguely nothing special about the Dubois. They were plenty of...