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The press dubbed it the Shaw Renaissance.

One month after the takeover, I sat in my office reviewing quarterly reports when Sarah announced an unexpected visitor.

“Send them in,” I said, not looking up from my work.

“Hello, Olivia.”

I froze at the familiar voice.

Uncle Robert.

Looking decades older, his confident swagger replaced by a defeated slump.

“You’re continue reading …