As everyone settled into their seats in the spacious boardroom of Sullivan Tower, James, the long-time assistant to Max's late grandfather Cyrus, took a moment to address the family. The funeral of Cyrus was now behind them, and the time had come to discuss the future of the Sullivan Conglomerate.

James cleared his throat and began, "Now that the funeral is over, it's time to gradually return to business as usual. Mr. Jonathan, Mr. Victor, and your late father, Mr. Cyrus, had discussed contingency plans for the company."

Jonathan, sitting at the head of the table, nodded in agreement. "Yes, we've had some preliminary discussions on this matter."

James continued, "In the event of an emergency, Mr. Jonathan will lead the conglomerate, with Mr. Victor as his second in command. Mr. Victor, you will also oversee the establishment of an investment company, as discussed."

Victor acknowledged the responsibility with a determined look, ready to take on the new challenges ahead.

James then turned his attention to the next set of responsibilities. "As for the day-to-day management of our various sectors, we've outlined some assignments. Mr. Michael and Mr. Tommy will take charge of our multiple toy factories."

The two cousins exchanged glances, recognizing the weight of the task ahead but also eager to contribute to the family legacy.

"Miss Tiffany," James continued, "you will officially assume control of our law firm. Your expertise will undoubtedly guide us through any legal challenges we may encounter."

Tiffany nodded, her determination shining through. She had long prepared for this moment.

James turned to Troy. "Mr. Troy, you will oversee the real estate firm. It's one of our most critical sectors, and your leadership will be instrumental."

Troy, Max's older brother, looked resolute, aware of the immense responsibility that lay ahead.

"And Mr. Max," James said, turning to Max, "you will be entrusted with the amusement/theme park division. It's a sector with immense potential, and we believe your fresh perspective will breathe new life into it."

Max, who had recently become acutely aware of his new role, accepted the challenge with a sense of determination. Although he felt like some people looked at him weirdly after his reaction,

Lastly, James addressed Toby, the youngest member of the family. "Mr. Toby, once you've completed your college education, you'll have the freedom to decide where you'd like to contribute within the Sullivan Conglomerate. We'll support you in your choices."

Toby nodded, grateful for the opportunity to explore his options within the family business.

As the meeting progressed, Max couldn't shake the feeling that the atmosphere in the room had taken an unusual turn. There was an unspoken tension, a subtle undercurrent, that left him feeling uneasy. Glancing around the table, he sensed that some members of his family were not entirely satisfied with their assigned roles or the overall situation.

His gaze fell upon Emily, his wife, who wore a look of uncertainty and concern. It was then that Max realized that, compared to the other family members, he seemed to have drawn the short straw when it came to the family business.

Max (whispering to Emily): "Don't worry, Emily. We'll figure this out. Everything will turn out fine."

Emily offered a small, reassuring smile, grateful for Max's support. But beneath her calm exterior, she, too, understood the immense challenge that lay ahead.

As Max pondered his new role within the conglomerate, he couldn't help but recall the state of the amusement and theme park division. It had been years since it had turned a profit, and the odds of turning it around appeared slimmer than he had initially thought.

Max (thinking): The theme park... it's been struggling for years. It's as if the former Max was a pushover, and Grandfather didn't expect much from him.

After the intense family meeting, Max found himself seeking a moment of solitude. He excused himself and made his way to the nearest bathroom, an ordinary retreat he hoped would provide a brief respite from the complex web of emotions that had enveloped him.

Inside the quiet bathroom, Max leaned against the cold tiles, his thoughts racing. There was a sense of something extraordinary, something the angel had hinted at, tugging at the edges of his consciousness.

Max (thinking): What is this gift the angel spoke of? Why did it feel like it was guiding me here, to this place?

Max closed his eyes and took a deep breath, centering himself. It was then that he felt it—a presence within his mind, like the whisper of a thousand voices. It was as if he had entered a vast library, and the books on its shelves contained every piece of fiction ever created.

Curiosity piqued, Max began to explore this mental space. He saw rows upon rows of books, their spines filled with stories waiting to be discovered. The room was vast, its walls stretching into infinity.

Then, amidst the literary expanse, Max noticed a note resting on a small table. He picked it up and read:

"This is the Library of Imagination. It contains every work of fiction ever created on Earth until August 31, 2023."

Max's heart skipped a beat as he comprehended the magnitude of what lay before him. This was his gift—the key to unlocking a world of stories, ideas, and creativity that he could draw upon in his quest to revitalize the failing amusement park.

Beside the note, he found an ancient-looking computer covered in dust and cobwebs. Another note explained its purpose: it was a tool to help him navigate and search through the vast collection.

Max (whispering to himself): "This is it. This is what the angel meant. With this library, I have the power to transform my vision into reality."

Max realized that this library, with its wealth of ideas and inspiration, was the key to becoming the entertainment tycoon he aspired to be. Not only did he want to prove his worth to his family, but he also yearned to make both the former Max and his new wife, Emily, proud.

Exiting the mental library, Max was struck by the profound revelation that even though it felt like he had spent hours within its boundless expanse, only a mere five minutes had passed in the real world. The concept of time within this extraordinary mental space was truly puzzling.

Max rejoined Emily, and together, they headed back to their apartment. During the ride home, Emily's frustration became evident as she spoke up.

Emily: "Max, it's just not fair. You've got the short end of the stick in this family business. What are we going to do about it?"

Max, gazing out of the taxi's window, considered Emily's words carefully. He knew that frustration was a natural response, but he also believed in the power of optimism.

Max: "Emily, I get it. It's frustrating, but I think this is a sign. Maybe this is the challenge we need to overcome. I'll be honest; it won't be easy, and the amusement park has been struggling for years. But I'm willing to try."

Emily, taken aback by Max's determination, searched his eyes for reassurance. "You're really going to take this on, Max?"

Max: "Yes, we'll use the rest of the day to brainstorm ideas, assess the current situation, and then make informed decisions. We'll take it one step at a time. Who knows? Maybe we can turn this around."

Emily smiled, her frustration giving way to admiration. "Your optimism, Max, is one of the reasons I married you."

Max reached over and took Emily's hand, squeezing it gently. "Together, we'll face this challenge head-on. And who knows, maybe this is the opportunity we've been waiting for."

As the taxi carried them back to their apartment, Max and Emily were ready to embrace the daunting task ahead, armed with determination, optimism, and a newfound sense of purpose.