I'm Okay

KADEN

Standing in my dad’s office—my office—I looked out over the city below. Most of the buildings were obscured by low-hanging clouds, and the weather was gray and miserable, but it seemed fitting somehow.

Today was my first day as CEO of Marx Inc. The papers were signed, the ink was dry, and since there were no disputes or objections filed to my stepping into Dad’s position, it was now official.

While Ember and I had been in Florida, Scotty, who was now my assistant, had rearranged Dad’s office and gotten it ready for me. The mammoth desk was still in there, but so were all my screens, a new computer, two new monitors, and a color printer I didn’t have any use for.

Scotty left Dad’s bar, sitting area, and conference table untouched, but he told me he could have any of it removed at any time. I told him not to worry about it. In a way, this would always be Dad’s office. I was only running it for him now.

Besides, there was a good reason why Dad had each of those features in his off