I Found My Daughter Begging on the Street With My Grandson — Then We Traced Where the $927,000 Really Went
Sam closed his briefcase and looked at me.
“If these documents are what they appear to be, we are not going to a settlement meeting tomorrow to negotiate a divorce.” “Then what are we doing?” “We are going,” he said, “to show them the ruin that is waiting for them.”
Chapter 12 — The Settlement Meeting
Derek walked into Sam’s office at ten sharp the next morning in a sharp navy suit and polished shoes, wearing the smile of a man certain he was about to win.
He had made two mistakes before he even sat down.