Now his attorney needed my signature.
I opened the document.
By page three, I was laughing so hard tears filled my eyes.
The lawyer on the video call frowned. “Ms. Mercer… are you all right?”
I wiped my face.
“Oh, I’m perfect,” I said. “Please schedule the meeting.”
The meeting took place in a glass conference room overlooking downtown, exactly the kind of room my father loved because it made him feel important.
He arrived with my mother, Claire, and two corporate attorneys.
Claire wore white.
Of course she did.
My father didn’t stand when I entered. “Let’s keep this efficient.”
My mother glanced at Ethan beside me. “We asked for family only.”
“My husband is my family.”
Claire smirked. “Still doing the dramatic loyalty thing?”
I sat down and placed a slim folder on the table.
My father pushed the document toward me. “Sign page six. Your grandfather left you a technical consent right. It’s meaningless. We’re restructuring Blackridge so Claire can take over operations.”
