“You have one hundred eighteen million dollars.”
“No. My company has a distribution partnership valued at that amount. That is not cash sitting in my checking account.”
He exhaled sharply, annoyed that reality had interrupted his performance.
“You’re embarrassing us.”
I laughed once.
“You excluded me because I embarrassed you.”
Mom took the phone.
Her voice was quieter.
“Hannah, there are important people here. Your father has spent months building relationships. Please don’t destroy tonight because you’re hurt.”
I looked at the original text still glowing on my screen.
Only high-society guests.
“Did either of you plan to tell me you were using my company?”
“We were going to explain after the commitments came in.”
Commitments.
The word turned my stomach.
Maya called back on the other line.
One investor had already wired $400,000 into an escrow account after receiving the booklet.
A second had signed a letter of intent.
