he had.
My brother had invented an entire story where he was the successful provider and I was his helpless older sister living off everyone else.
Somehow, that story had reached the company employing my firm.
“Daniel, I need copies of everything he submitted.”
“I can provide the material directly concerning your firm. Our legal department is already reviewing it.”
Then his tone shifted.
“There’s another issue.”
I tightened my grip on the phone.
“Dylan also submitted financial information about your family’s property as part of a proposed arrangement involving
