My Brother Made Me Wear a Red “Not Family” Wristband at His Rooftop Gr…

My father was on his phone, presumably calling lawyers who would tell him the contract was ironclad.

As they reached the elevator, Derek turned back.

“I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

“I am, actually. I’m very proud of what I’ve built. It’s just a shame you never bothered to ask about it.”

The elevator doors closed on their shocked faces.

I stayed at continue reading …