Elias approached and handed him a black folder. “What is this?” Dad demanded.

“The cancellation accounting,” I said. He looked at the first page. My company’s obligations had already been resolved through deposits and cancellation insurance.

His real-estate company, however, remained responsible for every upgrade he had personally requested and guaranteed. The premium bar. The orchid wall.

The extra guest tables. The private brunch designed to impress clients. The total exceeded ninety thousand dollars.

“You cannot put this on me,” he said.

“You signed it.”