The Heir

own. "Uncle Mark, can we talk?" Mark barely glanced up from what he was doing. "What is it, Amanda?" She took a deep breath. "I was wondering if I could talk to you about Diamond Drive. I'm

hed her pale eyes. "Tell her the company's not in a good position yet. Tell her it isn't stabilized enough to take on her skills." Mark nodded slowly. "You're right. She needs to stay out of the way." The following day, Amanda approached Lydia in the kitchen; she wanted to ask again, hoping for a different answer. "Aunt Lydia, can I talk to you about the company?" Amanda said, her voice shaking slightly. I looked at her with a thin smile. "Of course, Amanda. What is it?" Aunt Lydia, about the company?' Amanda's voice broke, but she held herself. She was determined to ask whatever comes out of it. Lydia paused, her eyes narrowed slightly as she responded, "Amanda, the company is not something to worry over." She replied, pretending not to understand her question. "But Aunt Lydia, Dad wanted me to run the company; he trained me since I was 14, and I think it's time I take over." She explained, head down. Lydia sighed, slowly laying down the fruit knife. "Your father told Mark he could run the company until you are ready. Your father knew what he was doing. And I believe Mark also knows what he's doing. When the time is right, you will get it." Amanda shook her head. "But I'm old enough," she said, frustration rising in her voice. "I've been training for this for a long time." Lydia's face stiffened. Her tone turned frosty. "No!" she exclaimed. 'No, you're not ready, Amanda. You're too young to run a company like Diamond Drive. You must be more experienced and mature before taking on this role. "I've been studying business ever since I was a girl. Auntie, talk t