before his death transferred controlling ownership into an irrevocable trust naming me sole beneficiary. Daniel had merely been allowed to serve as president.
Allowed.
Not entitled.
And they certainly didn’t know my attorney, Evelyn Shaw, had prepared a second set of documents after reviewing Daniel’s settlement proposal.
Documents that looked almost identical.
I signed page after page.
Daniel’s grin widened with every signature.
“There,” I said finally.
He snatched the stack.
“That’s more like it.”
Then I slid a thick blue folder toward Margaret.
“One last document,” I said.
Daniel
