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Amhurst Co.’s primary business was construction. We managed our supply chains for building materials, tools, and machinery by creating smaller subsidiaries that all enabled our main trade.
The sole intention was to stay independent in the construction business without depending on anyone for raw material and machinery support. An increase in our main business naturally saw an increase in the profits of the smaller subsidiary companies as well.
Dad was still acting as the CEO, but for the past three years, Noah had been actively heading the main construction business.
To make the task of leading and commanding easier, he forced Corey and me to manage the smaller companies supplying building material and machinery.
Corey and I never wanted to get into the family business but Noah kept reminding us how we were responsible to uphold our mother’s legacy, that leaving would mean we didn’t give a fuck about the hard work she’d put into establishing Ashurst Co.
Chained by emotional attachments, Corey and I stuck around.
My phone vibrated in my jacket’s pocket. Glad for a distraction, I took it out and held it under the table.
There was a notification of a new text message from Corey.
I glanced toward the opposite side of the table where my twin sat. He gestured at me to look at my phone.
Making sure Noah’s attention was still on his presentation, I glanced down at my phone.
Corey sent me a meme that he’d cleverly created by snapping Noah’s photo and swapping his head with Bart Simpson’s.
A snigger escaped me which I quickly covered with a cough.
Glancing at Corey, I shook my head and grinned. My twin was still such a rebel. He sat with his shirt sleeves folded up to his elbows and openly scrolled through his phone, looking thoroughly bored.
I noticed Dad glancing at him from time to time, but he didn’t reprimand him. That was another change that happened over the past five years.
Dad pretty much stopped bothering with us.
We lived in the same house but he never joined us for meals or conversations. He didn’t seem to care about what we did at home or at the office.
The only time we spoke was during boardroom meetings like these.
We should’ve felt better about him backing away from irritating us all the time with his sagely lectures, but that wasn’t the case. Even though he sat right before me, I kind of missed the man.
At some point, Noah decided to take up Dad’s place in the company.
Dad didn’t even react when Noah asked to head the main construction branch. It was like he’d completely given up all control over his sons.
Noah, on the other hand, became even more demanding, more inflexible than ever before.
His controlling behavior enraged Corey like nothing else. Most of my time and effort went into calming the two and stopping them from tearing at each other’s throats.
“Do you mind?” Noah’s frigid tone broke me out of my thoughts.
Looking up, I found him staring daggers at Corey.
Corey intentionally slumped against the back of his chair. Meeting Noah’s gaze, he flipped him the bird.
Another laugh escaped me which I tried my best to cover with a loud cough.
Dad’s mouth twitched as he looked down at the table to hide his grin.
The rest of the men and women nervously swung their gazes between Noah and Corey. This kind of a face-off wasn’t new.
Corey and Noah always got into fights over minor issues.
One time, Corey flung a heavy chair at Noah but managed to hit the man sitting next to him in the process. Another time, Noah threw his laser point at Corey but the object ended up hitting Mrs. Gallman square in the forehead.
