Over the next few days, Gilmore Group sent countless apology emails. Nelson himself called more than a dozen times. I ignored every single one, or let Logan handle it.
Then, on the third day, I picked up a call from an unknown number.
"Margie, it's Dad." His voice sounded tired and eager to please. "Can we meet? I want to apologize to you in person."
"Mr. Gilmore, we have a business relationship now. Please address me as Ms. Finley." My voice stayed calm. "If you want to discuss work, go through the proper channels."
"Margie, I was wrong back then." His voice cracked. "I looked into it. You were adopted by the chairman of Finley Group, weren't you? I'm so proud of you."
'Proud?'
I almost laughed out loud. "If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up now."
"Wait! Next Wednesday is your m
