Chapter 10 Time For Change (Mr. Wu & Mr. Rei)
Mr. Wu’s hand trembled slightly. Age, yes. But also rage. A legacy turned theatre.
Mr. Rei didn’t blink. “They sold honor for ambition.”
Thorne closed the folder.
“They’ve mistaken control for vision.”
A knock interrupted. The door opened barely an inch.
Anna, their lifelong secretary, stood in the frame like an echo of dignity.
“Chairmen,” she said gently. “Your presence is requested at the Board Meeting today and also Better House Community Center. ”Both men Nod to signal the be out in a few.
Thorne and Anna both left the room leaving Mr. Wu and Mr. Rie
Neither man moved.
Rei’s voice cut through the dim chamber, low and sharp.
“We raised them as heirs, yet they stand before us like rivals. Our own blood, behaving more like savages than kin. Gratitude has soured into greed, loyalty into contempt.”
Wu rose, slow but deliberate, the weight of years giving his movement gravity. His gaze lingered on the storm beyond the glass, where lightning flared like judgment.
“They have forgotten the covenant. To them, family is no longer sanctuary it is spoils. They circle each other like wolves, and in their hunger, they would just as soon devour us.”
Rei’s hand trembled on the arm of his chair, but his voice steadied. “Then it is no longer enough to mourn what we’ve lost. We must change course. If they would make themselves our adversaries, let us remind them what it means to stand against the fathers who built this house.”
Thorne shifted deeper into the shadows, saying nothing. Yet the silence was its own verdict.
The hidden door slid shut behind them, sealing away the hush of their private council. Mr. Wu’s penthouse stretched out in quiet opulence, polished floors glowing as the morning sun spilled through the wide glass windows. The light struck the building at just the right angle, flooding the room in gold, as if the day itself were reminding them that change was still possible.
Rei paused, his gaze fixed on the city below, washed in that same glow. “You see it, Wu? The family is not lost beyond repair. They’ve turned bitter, yes turned on us, even. But this empire of ours… it can yet be made whole.”
Wu straightened his jacket, silver hair catching the light. His eyes carried both grief and clarity. “The sun does not lie. It shows us what remains worth saving. If we want better family, legacy, empire we must move now. No more waiting.”
They dressed with the slow precision of men who understood ritual: Wu fastening his cufflinks, Rei smoothing the crease of his coat. Not vanity armor. The posture of dignity required for the path ahead.