head of the table.
I was seated beside outside counsel.
Vanessa stopped dead, her handbag sliding from her shoulder.
“What is this?”
Daniel folded his hands. “I’m Daniel Mercer. Managing trustee of Mercer Family Holdings.”
For once, my sister had nothing clever to say.
All the color left her face.
I placed her investment application on the table.
“You told me rich people pay other people to read,” I said. “You were right. Daniel pays people like me.”
Vanessa turned toward the door.
Counsel spoke calmly. “This meeting is being
