They were the last to arrive as evident by the people sitting around the long table in what Mom liked to call the library. Dad had taken it over as his office and meeting area when they'd inherited the home.
Everyone was assembled.
Mom and Dad.
Theodore, Douglas and herself.
Grant and Melody.
Two family lawyers and one representing the company.
Yvonne wished she wasn't on a first name basis with the last three.
She slid into an empty chair next to Melody across from her mother and brothers.
The lawyers at the other end of the table eyed the security team. The security team were focused on Dad, who was still looking at Douglas. It was clear that he took after Mom. The things Yvonne's younger brother had gotten away with were not the sort of things that would have been tolerated, eve
