Chapter 20 - A Father's Undoing
The receptionist's face twisted with surprise when I walked into Ashworth Enterprises the next morning. I couldn't blame her. I hadn't set foot in my father's company since I was eighteen.
"Miss Ashworth?" she stammered, quickly recovering her professional poise. "Do you have an appointment?"
"I don't need one," I replied, striding toward Harrison's office. "He's my father."
She half-rose from her chair. "But he's in a meeting—"
I pushed past her without slowing down. Six years of bottled-up resentment propelled me forward. I needed that money, and I deserved it. The shares that should have come to me through my mother had been manipulated into my father's control after her death. What I was asking for wasn't charity—it was restitution.
I flung open Harrison's office door without knocking.
He looked up from his desk, phone pressed to his ear. His eyes widened momentarily before narrowing into slits of annoyance.
