PART 2: MY FAMILY IGNORED ME FOR SEVEN YEARS—THEN DEMANDED $1.1 MILLION AND THREATENED TO HAVE ME FIRED FROM MY OWN HOTEL
“Absolutely.”
My father smiled as though he’d already won.
He sat across from me in the private dining room of the Arístegui Hotel, his phone resting on the polished mahogany table.
My mother sat beside him, looking smug.
My brother Gabriel had already opened his banking app, apparently preparing to send me the account number where he expected his million-dollar payment.
And Aunt Martha was studying my face with the satisfaction of someone waiting for a long-overdue punishment.
I looked at my father.
“You’re absolutely certain you know who owns this hotel?”
Richard leaned back.
“Chloe, I’ve been in business longer than you’ve been alive. Don’t insult my intelligence.”
I nodded.
“Then tell me the owner’s name.”
His smile faltered.
Only slightly.
“That’s confidential.”
I almost laughed.
“Confidential?”
“Yes.”
“Dad, you’re threatening to call someone who supposedly controls my livelihood. Surely you know his name.”
Gabriel interrupted.
“Stop playing games. Dad knows people.”
I looked at him.
“Apparently, he knows everyone except the person he’s threatening to call.”
My father’s face reddened.
“Enough!”
His voice cracked across the room.
Seven years earlier, that single word would have made me shrink into myself.
But I was thirty now.
And the room belonged to me.
I folded my hands.
“Richard, I’m going to ask you one final question.”
My mother stiffened.
“Don’t call your father Richard.”
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