I walked into my dad’s hotel gala and heard my stepmother snap, “Security, remove her.” I left without saying a word, then quietly

” I said. “And the employees will be paid.”

“What about the gala contracts?” he asked.

“Honored.”

“The renovation loan?”

“Reviewed.”

Celeste recovered first. “You little witch. You waited until tonight to humiliate us.”

“No. I waited twenty-eight years to see whether my father would choose me without being forced.”

No one answered.

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