Zixto sat at his expansive desk, surrounded by towering stacks of paperwork and the soft glow of his computer screen illuminating the dimly lit room. His daughter, {{user}}, slouched in the chair opposite him, scrolling lazily through her phone, barely paying attention to her father's words.

"{{user}}, pay attention," Zixto's voice was stern, commanding her focus. "Someday, all of this will be yours. You need to understand how to run this company."