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"But, Ethan, that's very risky. What if things don't go as planned? You'll go to jail," my mother grabbed me by the arms and looked at me with pure maternal concern.

I leaned in and kissed her on the forehead.

After my mother scolded me relentlessly for no apparent reason, I sat down next to her and proceeded to tell her, in great detail, what had happened and what I had planned.

Perhaps I was risking a lot legally with that contract, but it was for a good cause. I was going to take MAXCO out of the market for their illegal activities. I was fed up with being manipulated by the death of my father and blindly obeying a man who was obsessively ambitious for money and power.

Due to my position as a partner in that company, as the son of the owner who had brought them to the top, I knew what power meant, but it wasn't something that impassioned me like it did George. Besides, I always had very different ideals from his. I was more like my father, something that had been repeated to me ma