The heavy oak doors of the Purnas Mansion closed with a soft thud behind Richard and Jack. Dressed in crisp business suits that felt strangely constricting after hours of tense revelations, they walked towards the waiting black sedan. Ciano, Richard's personal security detail, moved with practiced efficiency, already holding the rear passenger door open.
They slid onto the plush leather seats, and the moment the door clicked shut, a collective, audible sigh escaped them both. Richard leaned his head back, eyes closing. "That was... intense."
Jack collapsed beside him, running a hand through his hair. "Intense? Grandpa was relentless! Five hours, bro. Five. Hours!" He threw his hands up in mock exasperation, though the exhaustion in his voice was real. "I swear I saw steam coming out of his ears at one point."
Richard managed a small, tired smile, opening his eyes. "He deserved to know. Most of it, anyway. We couldn't keep something like this hidden from him forever."
