Chapter Twenty-ThreeEmmett
Still reeling from the truth, I dismiss Ron and my legal team back to their desks and shut myself in my office. The image of Jenna’s face—outraged, betrayed, wounded—is seared into my mind. I had no idea she owned the downtown location we’re trying to buy.
I barely understand how this all happened, let alone know how to repair the damage. I desperately need advice. And at this point, it’s way too late and too difficult to explain this whole complicated story to my family. So I call the only other person in my life who already knows.
“Hey, man, how you doing?” Jesse answers after a few rings.
“Pretty bad, to be honest,” I say as I pull at my tie. “Do you have time to talk now?”
“Hmm . . .” A faint creak resonates over the phone, probably from him leaning back
