Claire's POV
I waited at the entrance for almost an hour while my dad and his brother talked.
Whatever they were planning had to be big, and I was going to be part of it whether my dad liked it or not.
"Claire, what are you still doing outside? You better get inside before I get there," my dad snapped from somewhere inside.
I sighed and walked into the penthouse. The moment I stepped through the door, my breath caught.
The interior wasn't just expensive, it was completely authentic. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling like frozen waterfalls, and oil paintings lined the walls in gold frames.
My dad was worth billions according to documents I found in his drawer, yet our house looked like a budget motel compared to this place.
He didn't care about anyone but himself. He wanted
