MOORE ESTATE
"Hello, dad," Lisa walked into the living room and greeted her father, Malcolm, who looked up from his drink and nodded in response.
“What was so urgent that you had to call me over?” she asked, arms crossed, tone clipped.
Malcolm gestured to the couch with a calmness that always made her wary. “Sit. I want us to have a heart-to-heart—father to daughter.”
Lisa arched an eyebrow. Heart-to-hearts weren’t their thing. Power plays and cold negotiations were. Still, she took a seat, sinking into the couch like she was walking into a boardroom ambush.
“Alright,” she said. “Let’s hear it.”
“It’s about Miguel McGrath,” Malcolm said, voice steady.
Lisa groaned internally. Of course it is.
“Why am I not surprised?” she muttered, leaning back.
Malcolm’s eyes narrowed slightly,
