"I just want to go back to Los Angeles. Why is this popping up? Why am I even being invited?"
"Sorry. Albert Chase literally kicked you to the top. I thought you'd at least have a good relationship with the man."
"Still doesn't explain why I'm being asked to come."
"He might have left you something…"
"You mean something other than the billion dollars' worth of shares he handed me?"
"Is that so hard for you to imagine?"
"Yes. And you seem to be forgetting how the jealousy of his family—and the people around him—has made Michigan a hot zone for us. I can't breathe freely in this state."
The plan was for me to be on my way to Los Angeles by this evening, but now Denise was telling me she had suddenly received information that there would be a hearing for Albert's will the day after tomorrow.
Just a day of warning wasn't enough for something like this. I should have been informed at least four days earlier. Now here I was, lost.
