Phase one complete. Forty-seven centers online. Zero errors. Moving to phase two. You built a solid ship, captain.
A wave of relief and pride washed over me. My team was incredible.
But my father wasn’t done.
“This is exactly what I’m talking about,” he said, addressing the table at large. “A complete lack of professionalism. No real job. No respect. It’s a constant source of worry.”
It was at that moment that the lawyer, David Chun, finally spoke. He hadn’t said much all evening, but his voice was clear and precise.
“Excuse me, Richard,” he said, his eyes on me. “What did you say the name of your company was?”
I was surprised by the direct question.
“Flow State Systems,” I replied.
David Chun’s eyebrows shot up. A flicker of recognition crossed his face. He looked at me, then at my father, and then back at me. The gears were turning in his head.
“Flow State,” he murmured to himself.
He pulled out his own phone, his fingers beginning to tap on the screen.
I saw the shift. The power dynamic, for the first time all night, was no longer completely controlled by my father. An outside variable had been introduced. A piece of data that didn’t fit their equation of my failure.
I put my phone back in my pocket. I leaned back in my chair, and I made a decision.
I wouldn’t say another word to defend myself.
I was done.
The truth had its own momentum now. All I had to do was wait for it to arrive.
The atmosphere at the table grew strange and heavy. My father tried to restart the conversation about the merger, but his words seemed to hang in the air, lacking their earlier authority. Jessica kept glancing nervously at David Chun, who was now scrolling intently through his phone, his brow furrowed in concentration. She tried to engage the woman next to her in some light gossip, but even that fell flat.
It was a quiet, tense kind of chaos.
The main performance, the public belittling of Alex Brennan, had been interrupted by a member of the audience who had decided to start fact-checking the program.
I sat back and watched it all unfold. For the first time, I wasn’t the one squirming. I wasn’t the one feeling the heat of judgment. I felt a profound sense of calm. I had spent years building my company in the shadows, letting my work speak for itself.
Tonight, the work was finally going to speak to them.
Robert Vance tried to bridge the awkward silence.
“So, Richard, about that new zoning regulation…”
But his heart wasn’t in it. His eyes, like everyone else’s, kept darting toward David Chun and his phone. Whatever the lawyer was looking for, it was clearly more interesting than zoning laws.
I saw David’s eyes widen slightly. He scrolled back up, read something again, and then slowly shook his head in disbelief.
He had found something.
My father, sensing he was losing his audience, doubled down.
