The Me You Made 2: Love, Passion and Revelation of the Family Secrets

 "I'll make sure Canary doesn't get to enjoy what's been handed to him."

After the reading of the will, Lucy turned to Canary, her eyes filled with pride and affection.

Despite the sadness of the moment, a soft smile appeared on her face.

"Your father always believed in you," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "And so do I. Congratulations, my son. He made the right choice."

Canary nodded, his voice steady but emotional. "Thank you, Mom. I'll do my best to honor his trust and take care of the company."

Lucy pulled him into a warm embrace. "I know you will, Canary. You've always made us proud."

Ketra who was watching them gave a grin. It always made her happy to see Lucy and Canary at peace.

***

The following day, Cabary reported back to the company after the six days since his father's death.

The company had resumed that Thursday after Alexander's burial but in Canary and Joel's absence.

The following day, the grand conference hall at Andersons Group buzzed with activity. Canary arrived with Lucy and Mr. Harold Thompson, the family lawyer, by his side.

The room was filled with shareholders, including familiar faces like Regina, Mr. Williams, and others who had been part of the company's journey.

Harold stood at the podium, addressing the gathering. "As per the wishes outlined in Mr. Alexander Andersons' will, today we officially declare Mr. Canary Andersons as the majority shareholder, inheriting 30% of the company's shares. "

Polite applause followed as Canary stepped forward to address the room. His gaze swept over the audience, lingering briefly on Joel, whose face betrayed no emotion, and Regina, who watched him intently.

"I want to thank you all for being here today," Canary began. "This company was my father's life's work, and I'm honored to carry forward his legacy. Together, we'll uphold the values that have made Andersons Group what it is today: integrity, innovation, and family."

Lucy beamed with pride, her presence a steady support for her son.

Regina and Williams exchanged uneasy glances, their plans now threatened by Canary's new role.

As the declaration concluded, the shareholders mingled, their conversations.

Here's the revised version with the disagreement from some shareholders:

After Canary's speech, Harold Thompson continued, his voice firm.

"As stated in Mr. Alexander Andersons' will, it is his explicit wish that Mr. Canary Andersons takes over as President of Andersons Group. It is only right that we honor his request and support the transition."

However, as Harold finished speaking, a few shareholders exchanged uneasy glances.

Mr. Williams, one of the most vocal board members, stood up. "With all due respect," he said, his tone skeptical, "Canary may have inherited his father's shares, but he's still young and lacks the experience to lead the company at this level. We must consider the future of Andersons Group carefully."

Regina, seated beside him, nodded in agreement. "Experience in leadership is vital for running a company of this size. It's a big responsibility."

A murmur of agreement rippled through some of the shareholders, while others looked uncomfortable with the growing tension.

Canary's jaw tightened, but he stood tall. "I'm fully prepared to lead this company and ensure it thrives," he said calmly. "I respect your concerns, but I intend to carry out my father's legacy and continue what he started."

Harold stepped in, maintaining his composure. "Mr. Williams, Ms. Regina, I understand your concerns, but Mr. Alexander's wishes were clear. It's not only about experience—it's about trust, and Mr. Alexander entrusted his son with this responsibility. We must abide by his will."

Though the room remained tense, the majority seemed to side with Harold, and the murmurs quieted.

The decision to name Canary President stood, but the lingering discomfort among a few shareholders remained palpable.

Harold Thompson, noticing the continued unease among some shareholders, cleared his throat and continued. "As you all know, it is a longstanding custom in Andersons Group that the highest shareholder becomes the President of the company. Mr. Canary Andersons, with the inheritance of 30% of the shares, now holds the majority stake."

He paused, allowing the weight of the statement to sink in. "For clarity, let me remind you of the current share distribution: Lucy and Joel each hold 20%, and the remaining 30% is divided among five shareholders, each holding 4%. With this, Canary's position as the highest shareholder is not only in line with his father's wishes, but also with the company's tradition."

There was a moment of silence as the shareholders processed this information.

Some appeared reluctant, still uneasy with the decision, but the legal custom seemed irrefutable.

" Since we all disagree, We shall hold a vote next week to solve the matter. Then we can have our new president from democracy" With these words from the Lawyer conference ended.

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As Canary and Lucy walked out of the conference room, they crossed paths with Lisa and Gladys in the hallway.

" Greetings Mrs Anderson " Lisa and Gladys greeted with a smile.

Lucy smiled back, offering a polite, " Greetings.."

When Canary and Lisa's eyes met, there was a brief moment of silent understanding and affection between them, though neither acknowledged it aloud.

Lisa had been worried about him but never got a chance to talk to him and she had been missing him.

" Greetings Mr Canary.."

Gladys and Lisa greeted once again.

Canary nodded at both Lisa and Gladys before the two groups parted ways, the air between Canary and Lisa still thick with unspoken emotions.

As Lisa and Gladys continued to the hallway, Gladys leaned in slightly toward Lisa and whispered, "I feel sorry for Canary… even though he wasn't always good to us."

Lisa looked at Gladys, her expression softening.

"He's not as bad as you think," she replied quietly. "Canary's a good person. It's just… things weren't easy before."

Gladys blinked, surprised by Lisa's response. "But… didn't he hate you? Didn't he hurt you?" she asked, struggling to reconcile the image she had of Canary with Lisa's words.

Lisa paused, a small sigh escaping her lips.

"Things happened, yes. But people change. Canary's not who he was before. He's not perfect, but he's trying."

Gladys was silent for a moment, clearly surprised by Lisa's defense of Canary.

They both walked on, but the conversation lingered in the air.