They Made Me Sleep in the Garage for Christmas Until the Truth Came Out

Dad’s quiet, resigned expression.

No, I wrote. Let him be very, very nervous.

“Speaking of business,” Uncle James said when Townsend returned with color in his face that hadn’t been there before, “did you see what Summit did to Richardson Global? Twelve billion. No warning. The board never saw it coming.”

“Ruthless,” Aunt Margaret repeated, savoring it.continue reading …