My Parents Threw Me Out on Christmas—Then the Bank Saw Grandpa’s Box
Naomi was also there, but not because I brought her as backup.
She represented one of the corporate investors attending separately.
I had been at the party for fifteen minutes when Brielle approached.
“You actually came.”
“You invited me.”
“That was before you tried to destroy Dad.”
“I requested an audit.”
“You know what I mean.”
“No.”
“I don’t.”
She lowered her voice.
“Adrian’s family has been asking questions.”
“Then answer them.”
“You turned him against me.”
“I have spoken to Adrian twice in my life.”
“You exposed private financial information.”
“No.”
“Corporate counsel disclosed relevant facts through proper channels.”
She stared at me.
“You sound so smug.”
“I’m tired, Brielle.”
“That’s different.”
Victor arrived before she could answer.
He looked older.
Seven weeks can do that to someone whose certainty is collapsing.
“Eliza.”
