Most people asked because they wanted a simple answer.
A heroic answer.
Something inspiring.
But Tristan seemed genuinely curious.
I looked down at my coffee.
“My father was sick when I was younger.”
His expression softened.
“He spent a lot of time in hospitals. I remember how nurses treated him.”
I paused.
“They weren’t just doing a job. They made him feel like he mattered.”
Tristan listened carefully.
“I wanted to be that person for someone else.”
A quiet moment passed.
“That’s a good reason.”
I looked at him.
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Why business?”
He leaned back slightly.
Nobody had probably asked him that question in a long time.
Everyone knew what he did.
Few people asked why.
“My father started Bellamy Holdings,” he said. “When I was younger, I thought I wanted to prove I could build something without him.”
“And did you?”
His eyes moved toward the window.
