My Sister Cleared My Office Without Knowing I Owned the Building

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“Also the owner.”

“God, Jordan.”

There it was. The disgust. Not fear. Not regret. Disgust that the floor had moved and I had known where the beams were.

Then came the second call.

Mom.

I watched her name flash across the screen while Victoria kept talking.

“Mom’s calling me,” I said.

“Good. Answer her.”

“Why?”

“Because this is insane.”

“Did you call her before continue reading …