My Brother Kept Bragging About a Deal He’d Already Lost

Short. Ugly.

“No, Mom. I protected my company.”

Marcus dragged a hand over his face.

“You really think you’re clean here?”

“Yes.”

“Because you’re not. You knew my firm was in the process. You shut me out.”

I almost admired the nerve.

“From my own deal?”

He slammed his palm on the table. Plates jumped.

My mother flinched. Patricia yelped. Gravy tipped and ran continue reading …