Her biggest problem was the one man who should have been her greatest ally: Greg, Michael’s younger brother. Greg “helped” around the docks, his presence a constant, brooding storm cloud of resentment. He saw himself as the rightful heir, the bloodline successor, and viewed Sara as a usurper, an outsider who had stolen his birthright.

The tension came to a head during a Tuesday morning meeting in the company’s small, wood-paneled office. Greg was pushing a reckless expansion plan, wanting to take on massive debt to buy two new deep-water boats.

“It’s the future, Sara,” he argued, his voice full of a salesman’s false confidence. “We go big, or we die. Mike was always too conservative.”