corporate attorneys.
Claire wore white.
Of course she did.
My father didn’t stand when I entered. “Let’s keep this efficient.”
My mother glanced at Ethan beside me. “We asked for family only.”
“My husband is my family.”
Claire smirked. “Still doing the dramatic loyalty thing?”
I sat down and placed a slim folder on the table.
My father pushed the document toward me. “Sign page six. Your grandfather left you a technical consent right. It’s meaningless. We’re restructuring Blackridge so Claire can take over operations.”
There it was.
The lie.
