head.
“I don’t want her company.”
Rachel studied me.
“You might want to understand what they were about to do with it.”
She pulled out another document.
A letter of intent.
Someone had offered to buy K Reed Wellness.
Purchase price:
$1.4 million.
I read it three times.
Kayla’s company—the company my family constantly praised as proof of her brilliance—was being sold.
The closing was Friday.
Two days away.
“How much was Kayla supposed to get?”
Rachel looked almost grimly amused.
“According to the ownership documents?”
She tapped my
