30 Minutes of Absolute Power
By 8:30 a.m., Ryan was undoubtedly sitting in his high-rise office downtown, wearing a tailored suit paid for by my allowance, feeling like a god because he had beaten his old man. He probably thought I was hiding in shame.
He had no idea that at 9:15 a.m., Arthur Pendelton signed the digital deed. At 9:45 a.m., my phone buzzed with a bank notification: +$10,000,000.00 successfully deposited.
The house was no longer mine. And it certainly wasn’t Ryan’s.
At 10:00 a.m., I hired a private security team and a heavy-duty moving crew. I gave them very specific instructions.
