Three are arriving tonight.”
Dad’s expression shifted immediately.
The amusement disappeared.
Now he was calculating.
“Six?”
I picked up my coat.
My company handled executive transportation, emergency logistics, and aircraft leasing across twelve states. During the previous quarter, we had signed a federal subcontract worth more than my parents’ house, Vanessa’s three vehicles, and every investment Dad had ever bragged about combined.
My family knew none of that.
Not because I had hidden it.
Because they had never bothered asking what I actually did.
Mom looked at me.
“Rachel… why
