And when he finally spoke, his voice was sharp, hard, and filled with the authority of a man who built an empire from the ground up.
"It is my company," he thundered, his voice shaking the walls. "And I will give it to whomever I deem fit!"
Murmurs rippled through the hall, but he did not stop.
"Yes, I made that rule. And yes, it still stands. But let me remind you why you and your siblings were bypassed in the first place."
His gaze snapped to Chetachukwu, sharp and unforgiving.
"None of you, not one, has proven yourselves as capable as this young man. Yet you stand here calling him a 'boy'?"
Silence choked the room.
Old Master Arinze turned, addressing the entire gathering now and his other children who were obviously thinking of the same rule, his voice rolling through the ballroom like thunder.
