Leonel
Meeting with the family's probate lawyer wasn't something I was looking forward to. I don't understand why they kept dragging this out when it was obvious to everyone that I fit all the requirements to become the CEO of my father's company.
The lawyer, a talkative and smart estate planning specialist named Gary Sanders, had been involved in my family's affairs for more than twenty years, having worked closely with my dad on his legal issues.
From the elevator, I could hear him chatting to my mom. Taking a deep breath, I left the elevator and straightened my tie, riled up that Lenny was constantly trying to get rid of me and that I had to fight for what was legitimately mine.
The rest of my family was already seated in the conference room, around a large mahogany table. Leana and
