I sigh. “That’s where you’re wrong, Honey.” She starts to shake her head, so I lift my own. “It’s time.”
Savannah tenses. “Time for what?”
“For you to see why you’re going to cooperate.”
It takes some untangling to get us both up, and Savannah tries to shake off my grip when I grab hold of her elbow, but I don’t let up. I have no plans of watching her fall again as we descend the rest of the stairs. On our feet.
I keep my hold on her as I guide her down another hallway, to the opposite side of the house from the main bedroom, toward my home office.
To the office really. Since I have my own investment company which is now just me using my own money to make myself more money.
I don’t have to work anymore. I could’ve retired years ago. But running my own company is entertaining, as well
