“He is the Chief Executive Officer.

He has an army of corporate lawyers on retainer.

You think a piece of paper from a paranoid, hormonal woman is going to take his company away?”

I stepped away from the coffin, closing the distance between myself and the woman who had helped dig my daughter’s grave.

The metallic click of my practical black shoes echoed menacingly.

“You think this is just about a company?” I asked softly. “You think I want his money?”

I stopped mere inches from her.