has fully cleared.”
By Tuesday morning, it had.
At 10:15, my parents showed up at my office without an appointment.
Dad walked directly past my receptionist.
Mom followed.
I met them in the conference room.
Dad threw a folder onto the table.
Inside was the contract for Chloe’s apartment building.
“You’re going to wire eight hundred thousand dollars into escrow,” he announced.
“No.”
His jaw tightened.
“You have more money than you could possibly need.”
“That’s not your decision.”
“We gave you everything.”
“You gave me two hundred thousand
