Chapter 7 - Brother Michael Tries To Buy His Way Out
Michael lunged forward across the table, his manicured hands sweeping wildly as he tried to regain control of the narrative.
“Listen to me, big brother, we can talk about this in private like civilized businessmen in the study!” Michael stammered frantically.
“There is nothing private about financial fraud, embezzlement, and systematic psychological abuse,” I replied coldly.
Several prominent Dallas businessmen seated at the table quietly set their napkins down and stood up from their chairs.
“If what he’s saying is true, Whittaker, our firm wants nothing to do with your family’s investment funds,” one executive stated firmly.
“You can't walk out! My son is a financial genius, this is just a family misunderstanding!” Margaret yelled at the departing guests.
Michael grabbed my arm, his voice dropping into a pathetic, trembling whisper of bribery and desperation.
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“Name your price, okay? I’ll transfer half a million back into your account right now, just don't call the police!” Michael begged.
I looked down at his trembling hand gripping my suit sleeve with absolute, unmasked disgust.
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