were luckily still at school.
My DIL walked in as if she owned the house.
“I’ll make this simple,” she said, leaning against my counter.
“I know exactly how much your company is worth.”
My stomach tightened.
“I’ll make this simple.”
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“Sign over 51% of your business,” she said calmly, “and I’ll drop the case.”
I stared at her.
“You want my life’s work?”
“I want security,” she said. “Think of it as a fair exchange.”
“And if I refuse?”
She shrugged.
“I’ll take the boys and move out
