a silver designer gown I had unknowingly paid for through the company expense account. Her expression was triumphant.
“Those condos will belong to the family eventually,” she said loudly. “Why pretend otherwise?”
My parents stared from the front row.
Daniel leaned closer.
“Just sign them over. Mom needs security.”
“Security?”
“She raised me.”
“And that makes her entitled to two properties I bought before I met you?”
His jaw tightened.
Patricia pulled a folder from her handbag and slapped it onto the gift table.
Transfer documents.
Already prepared.
That was
