“That’s one hell of a family you’ve got,” Mr. Snipe remarked after my mother and brother stormed out of the boardroom. I shot him a look that warned him not to speak about my family like that. He bowed his head slightly in apology. “Forgive me if I crossed the line. But maybe you should take a break—clear your mind after all that.”
I gave a small nod, unwilling to show any weakness—not that I had any. “I get what you mean. Thanks for today,” I said, patting his shoulder.
“Anything for you, sir,” he replied before leaving.
He’s one of the few I genuinely respect. When the organization was falling apart, he stayed by my side. My mother never lifted a finger, not even when I desperately needed her support. She only ever cared about my brother—always has.
I pulled out my phone and called D
