“You owe Abernathy Capital four hundred thousand dollars in accelerated debt.”

Douglas read the page, and his face turned a pale gray.

The color drained completely from his cheeks.

Samantha leaned over his shoulder to look at the paper.

“Dad, what does this actually mean?” she asked.

Douglas ignored his daughter and looked straight at me.

“You set me up from the beginning, George.”

“I simply approved the exact venue you demanded,” I said.