Chapter 1 - The Call That Ended Easter Dinner
My sister shoved my five-year-old daughter because Clara touched the wrong chair.
That was the entire reason.
One second Clara was standing beside the Easter table in her pale pink dress.
The next, Katherine put both hands against her shoulder and shoved.
Hard.
Clara crashed backward into a dining chair.
The chair tipped.
She hit the floor.
A glass overturned and soaked her hair and dress.
“You filthy parasite—you’re dirtying my chair!”
For half a second, I couldn’t move.
Then Clara cried.
I ran.
“Mommy…”
I lifted her against my chest.
A red mark was already spreading along one cheek where she had struck the chair.
I looked at Katherine.
“You attacked a five-year-old over a chair.”
She rolled her eyes.
“She was climbing all over everything.”
“She was standing.”
Dad kept eating.
That was the part I remember most clearly.
Richard Keller sat at the head of the table cutting ham while his granddaughter cried six feet away.
He didn’t even look up.
“Get out of my house,” he said. “She’s ruining dinner.”
Something in me became perfectly calm.
I reached into my handbag.
The acquisition folder was already sticking out.
I had planned to tell Dad privately after dessert.
Not anymore.
I picked up my bag.
Shifted Clara higher against my hip.
And headed for the door.
Then Katherine saw the documents.
Her expression changed instantly.
She recognized the logo on the cover.
Northstar Industrial Partners.
She rushed after me and grabbed my arm.
“You have no power over my company.”
I jerked free.
“Take your hand off me.”
“What are those papers?”
I pulled out my phone.
Dad finally looked up.
“Claire.”
I ignored him.
Katherine stepped closer.
“Who are you calling?”
I pressed the number.
The line connected.
“Mark?”
My managing director answered.
“Yeah?”
I looked at my sister.
Her face had gone pale.
“Fire Katherine.”
Silence filled the dining room.
Then Mark said:
“Effective immediately?”
“Yes.”
Katherine laughed once.
Too loudly.
“You can’t fire me.”
I looked at her.
“Actually, as of 9:00 tomorrow morning, I can.”
Dad stood.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
I held up the acquisition folder.
“Northstar closed the Keller Precision transaction Friday.”
Nobody moved.
Katherine stared at the documents.
Then at me.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“You work in consulting.”
“I did.”
Dad’s voice turned low.
“Claire.”
I finally looked at him.
“For the last eighteen months, I’ve been Director of Special Situations at Northstar.”
Katherine’s mouth opened.
No sound came out.
Keller Precision was the manufacturing company our grandfather started forty-six years earlier.
Dad had spent his life running it.
Katherine had spent twelve years telling everyone she would inherit it.
I had spent twelve years being treated like the daughter who “left.”
Now the company belonged to the private industrial group I worked for.
And the executive most responsible for closing the acquisition was me.
Katherine found her voice.
“You bought Dad’s company behind my back?”
I looked at Richard.
“No.”
Then I lifted the folder.
“Dad sold it.”
Katherine slowly turned toward him.
The anger on her face changed.
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Because this was the first part she didn’t know.
And from Richard’s expression, I realized he had been hiding something from her too.
