The formal notice of default from Obsidian Capital was not merely a legal document; it was a declaration of war. For Richard Duncan, it was the final, crushing blow to his already shattered pride.The news had spread like wildfire through the city’s financial circles, confirming what many had already suspected: the Duncan Group was in deep, irreversible trouble. The stock price continued its freefall, and the once-imposing Duncan Tower now felt like a crumbling monument to a bygone era.Richard sat alone in his office, the blinds drawn, plunging the room into a somber twilight. He clutched a half-empty bottle of expensive scotch, its amber liquid doing little to dull the gnawing fear in his gut. He had called Caleb repeatedly, but his calls went unanswered.The "savior" had vanished, leaving Richard to face the music alone. He thought of Jonathan, the boy he had cast out, the boy who had silently propped up his empire for years. A bitter, agonizing regret began to fester within him. H