“Stop overreacting, you’re ruining her day!” my mother hissed, grabbing my hair and pushing me over the balcony railing at my sister’s party. I blacked out. When I woke up, the upscale venue was surrounded by federal agents, and my mother was sobbing on her knees while my sister held a document and begged me…

his top lieutenant, a hardened veteran of the sales floor named Tom Watson.

“Tom. I’m out. I’m starting my own firm tomorrow,” William stated bluntly.

Through the speaker, I heard a sharp intake of breath. Then, a low chuckle. “Mr. Turner, I’ve been waiting for this call for three years. The witch has lost her mind. I’m with you. What do we do?”

The dominoes continue reading …