walked to the kitchen island, and leaned against it calmly.
“Good morning to you too, Dad,” I replied, my voice smooth and chillingly level. “It looks like my text message finally went through.”
“You locked us out of the accounts!” he shouted, throwing his hands up in disbelief. “That capital belongs to the family holding! That’s our empire, built by generations before you! You can’t just wake up one morning and liquidate two and a half million dollars without a court order or board approval! The lawyers are already drawing
