My Sister Smirked Until I Said One Unit Number

so hard I had to put one hand on the chair.

Mara flinched like I’d thrown something.

“You think my home, my property, my reputation, all of this, is worth ten thousand dollars?”

“It would be a start,” my mother snapped.

“No,” I said. “A start would’ve been not stealing my penthouse.”

Mara slammed her palm on the table. “You still have it.”

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