“And I own 70% of it.”
The courtroom fell silent.
And he was about to lose all of it.
The judge required only twenty more minutes to deliberate.
During that time, Daniel alternated between furious whispers with his attorney and frantic pacing, running his fingers through his hair as if he could somehow rearrange reality by rearranging himself. The confident, arrogant man who had walked into the courtroom was gone. In his place stood someone who finally understood the consequences of eight years of neglect, entitlement, and deceit. Continue reading…