“You won’t be joining us this New Year,” my mom said flatly. “Your sister’s new

I glanced at Jenna, who was frozen like a deer in headlights, and nodded for her to leave us. Tyler needed to hear this, and he needed to hear it alone.

“Tyler,” I began, my voice steady as steel, “I am Morgan Hayes, Director of Operations at Falcon Ridge Real Estate Group.” I watched as the realization dawned on him, the color draining from his face. “And this,” I continued, tapping the loan application with my manicured nails, “is your company’s loan request.”

His eyes widened, his bravado crumbling like a house of cards. “I… I had no idea,” he stuttered, his confidence evaporating. He was a man teetering on the brink of understanding the gravity of his mistake.

“Clearly,” I replied, my words as sharp as a knife. “You see, Tyler, when you judged me based on what you thought you knew, you failed to understand that appearances can be deceiving. You assumed I was beneath you, but here we are. You are standing in my office, seeking approval on a loan that will keep your business afloat.”

He swallowed hard, his bravado now replaced with a plea. “Morgan, I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I was just trying to keep things peaceful at home,” he said, his voice tinged with desperation.

I sighed, feeling the weight of my own choices. It would be easy to turn him away, to let him stew in the mess of his own making. But the holidays were a time for grace, and perhaps, a chance for redemption.

“Tyler,” I said, my tone softening, “families are complicated. We all have our own struggles and misunderstandings. But here’s a chance to start over. Consider this a lesson in humility and understanding.”

Relief washed over his features as he nodded earnestly. “Thank you, Morgan. I promise I’ll make things right with you and the family.”

I reached for the pen on my desk, glancing at him with a firm but forgiving gaze. “This isn’t just about a loan, Tyler. It’s about respect—something you and I need to work on if we’re going to be family.”

With a swift stroke, I signed the approval. “Happy New Year, Tyler. Let’s make sure it’s a good one.”

He exhaled, visibly grateful, and gave a tentative smile. “Happy New Year, Morgan. And thank you… for everything.”

As he left my office, I pondered the complexity of family dynamics and the power of giving second chances. The New Year was a time for new beginnings, and perhaps, Tyler and I could forge a path forward. In the end, we all have roles to play, and sometimes, those roles can surprise us.

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