between my fingers.
“Document number one,” I announced clearly, loud enough for every stunned guest still lingering in the hallway to hear, “is a formal notice of criminal trespass. If either of you steps foot on this half-acre lot after nine-thirty tonight, you will be arrested instantly.”
Julian opened the second document, his hands beginning to shake violently as his eyes scanned the page, the color draining rapidly from his face as he read.
“Document number two,” I continued, my voice never wavering, “is an asset freeze and demand for accounting. Over the past twenty-four months, you illegally intercepted and converted seventy-two thousand dollars of allowance funds intended exclusively for my mother while forcing her under duress to perform uncompensated domestic labor. My legal team is filing formal charges for elder financial exploitation and civil fraud first thing tomorrow morning.”
Julian’s dinner guests began whispering in utter shock, putting down
