“You can’t handle this alone,” he said, stepping closer. “You don’t have the experience. Let me manage it for you.”
For years, that line had worked.
“The inheritance is mine,” I said evenly. “And I don’t need you to manage anything anymore.”
His expression hardened.
“What else did he leave you?” he muttered.
I met his gaze without blinking.
“More than you ever expected,” I said. “And instructions.”
The room fell silent.
Tomás tried to recover, smoothing his tone.
“Alex, you’re upset. You’re grieving. I’m here to help you.”
He stiffened.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I know exactly what I’m talking about.”
At that moment, Gabriel stepped inside.
“Mrs. Hall,” he said, “your father also left recordings. He asked that you hear them before making any decisions.”
Tomás looked at me, panic flashing across his face.
I already knew.
And this was only the beginning.
