“Dad will fight this.”
“He signed the original trust agreement.”
“Mom will—”
“Mom has no voting shares.”
Daniel stared at me.
For the first time in my life, my brother wasn’t looking at me with contempt.
He was looking at me with fear.
Even then, his arrogance returned.
“You wouldn’t destroy your own family.”
Friday morning, my entire family was already waiting when I entered the boardroom.
Mom looked worn out.
Dad was visibly furious.
Daniel appeared as though he hadn’t slept for several nights.
Chloe sat beside her fiancé, Mark, whose consulting firm had received the unexplained $318,000.
Dad slammed his hand against the table.
“End this now.”
I took my seat.
“Good morning.”
“Don’t play games with me.”
“I’m not.”
Mom leaned toward me.
“Rachel, please fix what you’ve done.”
I looked directly at her.
Only five days earlier, she had raised her glass to the mistake she wished she could erase.
Now that same mistake was apparently expected to rescue the family again.
“What exactly should I fix?”
“The bank,” Daniel snapped. “The board investigation. Everything.”
