That almost made me laugh.
Daniel knew I was successful.
What he didn’t know was that I had sold my minority stake in my former accounting firm the previous year.
My personal assets exceeded six million dollars.
I hadn’t hidden my success.
He simply had never bothered to ask what I owned.
He only cared that I didn’t flaunt it.
The next morning, Patricia handed me a handwritten chore schedule.
“I expect improvement.”
I folded it.
Then my phone vibrated.
My attorney’s message contained four words.
The trustees are moving forward.
I looked at Patricia.
“Absolutely,” I said.
“For once, we’re going to clean everything.”
Part 3
Three days later, Patricia hosted a luncheon for the Whitmore Foundation board.
She wore diamonds before noon and spoke loudly about “family legacy.”
I served tea.
She loved that.
What she didn’t love was the doorbell.
A gray-haired man entered with two attorneys behind him.
