They Tried To Make Me Sell My “Empty” West Texas Land At Thanksgiving, Not Realizing I Had Already Let Titan Energy Read The Soil

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The aroma of roasted turkey and lingering judgment filled my parents’ dining room. Through the large bay windows, snow was beginning to fall on their perfectly manicured lawn in Greenwich, Connecticut. A stark contrast to my grandfather’s worthless land in West Texas that had become the latest source of family tension.

I’m Katherine Morgan, though my family insists on calling me Kate. Their way of diminishing everything about me, right down to my name. At 31, I’m the youngest of three children and the only one who saw value in the 500 acres of seemingly barren desert land my grandfather left me in his will six months ago.

“Kate,” my brother Thomas said, cutting into his organic free-range turkey, “be reasonable. That land hasn’t produced anything but tumbleweeds for three generations.”

His wife Victoria nodded in agreement, her designer bracelet catching the light from the crystal chandelier above. My sister Elizabeth chimed in from across the table.

“Even Grandpa called it his biggest mistake. You’re just being stubborn.”

I took a small sip of water, letting their words wash over me like they had for the past six months. They had no idea about the geological surveys I’d commissioned or the quiet meetings I’d been having with Titan Energy’s exploration team.

Sometimes the best strategy is simply waiting for the right moment. “The property taxes alone are draining your savings,” my father, William Morgan, added. He’d been a successful investment banker before retiring and never missed an opportunity to remind us about financial responsibility.

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