They Called Me a “Charity Case” at the Family BBQ — By Morning, Their Empire Had 30 Days to Survive

my files and stood.

“What are we supposed to do?” Christopher asked, panic rising.

“You figure it out,” I said. “For once.”

I walked to the door.

“Alyssa!” my father shouted. “I am your father!”

My hand rested on the handle. I didn’t turn around.

“I know,” I said. “And that’s exactly why I’m firing you.”

I walked out and closed the door behind me.

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