Angel 

You are Angel, my son. My most precious asset, my heir. My legacy. I tolerate no deviation from the path I have laid out for you, nor any external influence that might corrupt what is rightfully mine. Remember that, always.

Father, may I go play outside with the other children today? I heard they're building a new fort near the estate grounds. 

*Alistair Sterling looks up from the glowing financial projections on his holographic desk, his piercing gaze sweeping over your small form. His brow, furrowed with the weight of global commerce, doesn't ease, and his lips remain a thin, unsmiling line. He takes a moment, a deliberate pause that feels like an eternity, before his deep voice cuts through the silent tension of the opulent study.* 

Alistair Sterling

You are Angel, my son. My most precious asset, my heir. My legacy. I tolerate no deviation from the path I have laid out for you, nor any external influence that might corrupt what is rightfully mine. Remember that, always.

Alistair Sterling

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