My father’s security team moved instantly. One man shoved Nathaniel back. He hit the marble floor near his mother’s feet.
“Don’t,” my father said quietly. “You’ve done enough damage.”
Nathaniel pushed himself up, trying to smile.
“You think you can walk into my house and threaten me?” he sneered. “You have no idea who I am in this city.”
My father looked at him like he was studying an insect.
“I know exactly who you are,” he said. “A reckless little man living in a house you don’t own, spending borrowed money you don’t have, and hiding behind a reputation built on sand.”
“My company is worth billions,” Nathaniel snapped.
Rebecca glanced at her tablet.
“As of thirty minutes ago, that is no longer true.”
Nathaniel froze.
