I’ve got employees, debts, expansion plans.

You’ve got a government salary and a pension.

What do you even need buildings for?” “Because they’re mine.” My mother’s palm cracked against the table.

“Don’t be selfish!

Your father spoiled you your whole life.

It’s time you did something for this family.”

I looked around the room — five attorneys, a stepfather by the door, a half-brother between me and the hallway, my mother across from me ready to produce tears on cue.

This wasn’t a family meeting.