Chapter 2
Julian rubbed the bridge of his nose again, a nervous twitch developing near his left eye as panic began to settle in. "Mother, stop playing these cruel games before we miss our reservation at the executive golf club," Julian muttered harshly.
"I have never been more serious in my entire life, Julian, and the financial audit of your accounts begins today," Margaret stated. She picked up her ceramic mug, taking a slow, measured sip of black coffee while ignoring their escalating hysteria.
Clara slammed her fist against the kitchen island, rattling the expensive glassware and imported fruit bowls. "You selfish old hag! Who is going to watch our children while we attend the charity gala this weekend?" Clara demanded loudly.
"Hire a professional nanny using your own personal funds instead of treating me like your unpaid domestic servant," Margaret retorted. Julian's face turned the color of ash as he realized his mother was referencing his depleted personal credit lines.
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"You... you locked our secondary trust accounts? How did you even have the legal authority to do that?" Julian gasped. Margaret smiled faintly, a cold, humorless curve of her lips that signaled the total collapse of their financial safety net.
"I founded the holding corporation thirty years ago before your father passed away; I own every single voting share," Margaret explained.
