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Richard Sterling’s voice was loud.
It was the same voice that had rallied boardrooms and terrified opposing managers for three decades.
Now, it was aimed squarely at his eighteen-year-old son, and Michael felt the vibrations in his chest.
"They finished fifteenth, Dad," Michael said, his own voice steady but quiet.
He refused to shout back. Logic, not emotion, was his weapon.
"Fifteenth. We barely avoided relegation. The wage bill is astronomi ...
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