“You’re not invited to Christmas this year,” my dad sn3pped. “Fine,” I replied, quietly transferring the $8,000 holiday fund I sent him back into my account and canceling the chalet reservation in his name. By morning, I had 31 missed calls — and one message that made me laugh out loud. – Welcome

at him and whispered:

“Graham?”

Celeste lowered her face, hiding a pleased smile.

They believed I had suffered serious memory loss.

Their plan was obvious.

Have me declared mentally incompetent.

Transfer control of my shares.

Then take over Crosswell before I could recover.

Unfortunately for them, my father had never trusted simple shortcuts.

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