“You ungrateful boy!”
“This house belongs to me too!”
“You only have that company because of me!”
“When your brother Ryan gets here…”
“…we’re taking everything.”
“Even the Brooks name.”
I said nothing.
I closed the front gate.
Locked it.
And walked away.
That evening Emma was admitted to the hospital for observation.
After she finally fell asleep, I returned home alone.
Something kept bothering me.
I opened the wall safe inside my office.
My blood ran cold.
It was empty.
Five gold bars were gone.
Nearly $80,000 in emergency cash had disappeared.
Even worse…
The original incorporation papers for Brooks Medical Supply were missing.
Before I could process it, my phone rang.
The caller ID read:
Ryan Brooks.
I answered.
My younger brother laughed before I even spoke.
“Hey, big brother.”
“I guess tomorrow we’ll finally talk about making me the new CEO.”
As I stood staring into the empty safe…
