My Brother Bragged About Becoming Partner. He Didn’t Know the Investor Was Already Sitting There.

proof we discussed?”

From behind Arthur, my mother snapped her fingers. The sound was sharp, brittle—like a dry twig breaking.

“Elena,” she hissed, her gaze cutting to Sterling’s empty coaster. “Water. Now. And try not to spill it this time. Honestly, do we have to teach you everything?”

I picked up the pitcher.

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