The Holloways had been a gang once, a long time ago. At some point, the patriarch of that era decided to transform them into a corporation.
By then, they already controlled numerous establishments—clubs, factories, and more—so the transition was inevitable. The first thing that had to change was their way of life. Since then, proper etiquette had mattered more than the very ruthlessness that built the conglomerate.
Now, they had risen to such heights that they could sway the government itself.
Lunch passed in a heavy silence, broken only by the clatter of silverware and the innocent chatter of the children with their grandmother. Even when Aila made too much noise with her cutlery, her hands shaking with nerves, the head of the family didn't acknowledge it. When Samantha merely nibbled at her food, the old woman didn't nag her.
