George Brought a Sealed Legal Folder to His Son’s Wedding in an Atlanta Hotel

He stopped by a potted palm and looked at the elevators.

I took the cashier’s check for $180,000 from my inside pocket and held it where he could see the VOID stamp.

“This was the venue money,” I said.

“It never cleared.

The hotel is ours.”

Brandon stared at the stamp.

“Ours.”

“Your mother and I own the building.