“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

“Jesus.”

“What development opportunities?”

He stayed silent.

“Last chance.”

Finally he said, “Your dad said you were planning to move the company.”

“Where?”

“Florida.”

I laughed.

“I’ve never considered moving the company to Florida.”

“He said you were tired of Connecticut taxes. Once you relocated, he said you’d start selling local properties.”

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