He put the bag into the trunk and closed it gently, which was worse than if he’d slammed it.

“You ought to take the twenty thousand,” he said.

“Before it turns into nothing.”

“Tell me what your father’s doing with my name.”

“He isn’t doing anything with your name.

He built a structure, and you happen to be standing inside it.” He glanced at the clubhouse doors, then back at me.

“My father built this structure long before you ever showed up, Samantha, and you can’t take it apart.”

“He chose me.