“I need Daniel’s private number.”
She did not hesitate.
“I’ll text it now.”
Within seconds, my phone vibrated again.
Daniel Brooks, senior partner at Brooks and Ellison, estate attorneys.
Daniel had spent nearly two decades helping structure my businesses, trusts, charitable foundations, and asset-protection plans. He understood one important fact that the Bennett family had never bothered to learn.
Almost everything they enjoyed legally depended on me.
Not Ethan.
Not Eleanor.
Me.
I looked at his number for nearly a minute.
Then I locked my phone again.
Not yet.
Anger makes expensive decisions. I had built my career by never acting while emotional. If I was going to change the course of my life, I would do it calmly, methodically, and professionally.
Exactly the way I had built my fortune.
I drove through Dallas without a destination. I passed Highland Park, the glass office tower where my investment company occupied the top three floors, and the restaurants where Ethan and I used to celebrate anniversaries.
