Aunt Rose has stopped pacing. “They need to be informed that this choice will come with a gallon-sized tank of pressure. No sugar-coating shit. Taking over an entire company for some of them will be more like an ugly fifty-pound lesion growing on their back. Whatever future they want, it won’t look like how they’ve imagined. It’ll be fucking obliterated. Forever changed and spoken for, by a legacy they never wanted or asked for.”
