"DO NOT SIGN!"
Sarah Lacy's voice, sharp and clear, rang out across the entrance hall of the Lacy villa, but it was swallowed instantly by the frenzied cacophony of the room. The scene inside was a nightmare of greed and desperation. Her relatives, people she had known her entire life, were physically wrestling over the mahogany table, clawing at the Asset Transfer Agreement as if it were the last lifeboat on the Titanic. They were blinded by the promise of the cash bonuses, their eyes wide with a feral, frantic light.
Sarah felt a surge of nauseating frustration. She surged into the hall, her heels clicking rapidly against the marble as she tried to shove her way through the throng. "Stop it! Stop this right now! Don't you see what you're doing? You can't sign that! You're throwing away
