Of course, sometimes she and Dad get into big fights, and she just runs away, so when she turns up on my doorstep, all I can do is take her in and ferry her about.
Despite all her rebellion, my sister is a gifted violinist. Lucky for me, she loves playing, and this teacher is one of the best. He is convinced she could get into the top orchestra or even be a concert violinist. But she would have to pass her school exams and apply to Juilliard, the elite arts school she dreams about.
Dad says it is nice having someone prestigious in the family, but it is a waste of money. But I say screw that. I have plenty of money, so if I need to, I will put her through myself.
It is going to be a fuck ton of money, just like these lessons, but it will be worth it. Just like everything I do for her is.
And I do a lot. Dad says I do too much. He can go fuck himself since I'm basically just doing what he should be doing himself.
Lyndall is such an afterthought to him, and it riles me.
My blood simmers whenever I think of it.
And the thing is, he has always been this way. It is not grief over her mother's demise. He was like that the moment he got confirmation he had a girl and not a boy.
After all, I'm not willing to be shaped in his image, so he decided the new wife he got pregnant would birth him another male heir.
My heart fucking bleeds every time the piece of shit looks the other way when it comes to his own fucking daughter.
Growing up, I got all the attention. She never had a chance.
Which Dad took as me betraying him like a Judas—his words—when I walked from the family business.
Still about fifteen more minutes to go, so I decide to get started on the paperwork Louie emailed to me.
There is the matter of digging into the whys and hows of the Rebecci thing. And then finding out what it is that Rebecci needed to fuck over Edoardo.
But that is going to be a delicate, intricate ball for us to unravel, and my gut tells me it might need not just Cade's help, but Syndicate help.
Shit, something like this has the potential to land on the table as Syndicate business if those names Rebecci wanted are the targets.
And if Lola is one of them...
My heart squeezes.
"Stop right there. You don't even know what the fuck is going on," I mutter, opening the first document.
First things first. I need to see how fucked Louie is and why he got himself so fucked.
The how and why can tell me a lot.
Panic means open doors and mess. Something small that snowballs is easier for me to follow the crumbs.
As I read, one thing becomes clear. Louie, who didn't want to touch family money, molested the capital for Barwon.
In fact, he gutted so much that the whole place should have collapsed in a cloud of bankruptcy.
He could definitely hide that behind expanding too fast, getting an expensive location, and taking up the building. The kind of capital he has been handed paid for that, even if he didn't use a family-owned building. But to someone lookingto see what happened after the place went belly up in my little fantasy scenario, everything makes sense.
Too much money burned too quickly.
It would need more money.
Barwon, I realize, dropping my fantasy scenario, wouldn't go tits up. It is too good a startup, the product a guaranteed moneymaker, and it is also designed well enough to be able to pivot into different arenas.
It is clever enough I'm shockedIdidn't come up with it.
Of course, me coming up with it would mean I was doing something completely different for a living.
