The Price of a Fifty-Dollar Bus Ride
If you just speak to your father—if you give me a single chance—I can rebuild it all.”
I took a seat across from him, resting my hands flat on the table. “Speak to my father?”
Dominic swallowed hard, his eyes wide. “Yes. I finally understand your family has massive capitalization. I didn’t grasp the true scope of his assets, but… you can easily persuade him to drop the compliance review.
We’re bound by law, Audrey. Leo needs his father.”
I tilted my head slightly, looking at him. “Did it ever once occur to you to research who my father actually was, Dominic?”
He frowned, completely disoriented. “You explicitly said he ran a regional family firm.”