“You should have thought about your family’s standing before you threw baseless accusations at my son,” Margaret answered, her voice dropping to a sharp, cold whisper.

“The Holloway family built that company, and you’re nothing but an unemployed wife making one scene after another.”

“I know all about Apex Consulting, Margaret,” I said.

Margaret stood perfectly still on the gravel for two full seconds, her hand tightening on the leather bag strap.

“You know nothing at all about running an enterprise.”

She opened her trunk, slammed the lid down, and drove off down the street without a glance in her rearview mirror.

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