Chapter 6 - The Return of the Prodigal
Two weeks later, Brian returned. He looked ragged, unshaven, and desperate. He showed up at my office, thinking he could bully me into giving him access to the property deed.
"You think you’ve won?" he sneered, leaning over my desk. "You’re just a bitter woman who couldn't handle my success."
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"Your success was a loan from my bank account, Brian," I said, not even looking up from my screen. "I’ve bought your share of the grandfather’s land. You have no leverage. You’re not a brother anymore. You’re a stranger who owes me half a million dollars."
He lunged for my computer, but security was already there. As they dragged him out, he screamed, promising that he would make me regret the day I stood up for myself. I didn't flinch. I just felt relief.
