The story ran for six days. It was picked up by a wire service and then by a network, and by the end of the first week, there were cameras on my street every morning.
I did not leave the apartment. I answered emails. I talked to lawyers. I talked to the state attorney general's office, twice, and then a third time, and then they opened a formal investigation.
My father's lawyer called me on the seventh day and offered me a deal.
The terms were simple. I would sign a statement saying I had misinterpreted the documents. I would resign from the foundation and release any claims. In exchange, the family would set up a trust for me, a modest one, enough to live on, and I would never have to work.
I listened to the whole thing. Then I said, "No."
"You should think about it," the lawyer said
