The venue equity included.”

I set my hand on the doorframe.

“That isn’t a conversation for a doorway.”

“It is now.” She held the door with her hip.

“If you want to see your son again, you’ll sign over the venue equity without argument.”

“Venue equity,” I repeated.

“You’re talking about a hotel ballroom.”

“I’m talking about what is owed.” She glanced at the phone in her hand.