By this time, Ted had the basic structure for PART 2 of The Ted Story laid out, but it still needed fine-tuning. He wanted to check in with Russell to see how he was progressing with the responsibilities he'd been given.
Russell walked in, his face reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern. “Why did you want to see me so urgently? Is there something wrong?”
Ted motioned to the chair across from him. “Please, take a seat. Cool down, and let's focus on the priorities of The Patrick Primary.”
Russell raised an eyebrow, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by a touch of seriousness. “Alright, let me grab us a couple of drinks.”
“No, no more coffee,” Ted replied with a slight chuckle. “We’re grandkids of a billionaire, remember? I didn’t want to accept the will, but it’s our birthright. And I didn’t want to hurt Gramps in the process. So, here we are, covered cautiously. There shouldn’t be any complaints filed against anyone, not even the oldest manager who's been looking after the estate for decades.”
Ted gestured toward the side table, where two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice sat. He had deliberately chosen the drink—something light and healthy, especially considering Gramps' heart condition. "Gramps insisted on the orange drinks for everyone," Ted continued, as if recalling a small, but significant moment. "We’ve all been drinking far too much coffee. So, everyone obeys, just like obedient servants."
Russell nodded slowly, understanding the weight of Ted’s words. He picked up his drink, but his thoughts seemed to linger elsewhere. Gramps' legacy, their responsibilities, and the subtle power shifts within the family were all starting to take shape in ways Ted had hoped for, but feared, as well. He needed Russell's clarity, and for that, the next steps had to be carefully planned.
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