"Ten years ago, when you sold me to the traffickers, you got three hundred thousand dollars for it."
"And now you think ten grand is going to make me go away?"
A cold smile cut across my lips.
The room erupted.
"Sold her to traffickers? Didn't they say she stole the money and ran?"
"But, come to think of it, the seed money for Mr. Fox's startup always did seem to come out of nowhere..."
Barret's face went white as paper, sweat beading along his hairline.
But he recovered fast.
"Bullshit!" He slammed the table, voice shaking with manufactured rage. "You ran off with some man because you thought this family was beneath you! Things didn't work out, so now you come crawling back to slander me? Have you lost every shred of conscience you ever had?"
He sold the outrage well. Almost convincingly.
My mother lost it, shrieking as she charged toward me.
"Shut your filthy mouth, you little tramp!"
"Security! Where the hell is security? Gag her and throw her out! Now!"
Security came rushing over and immediately closed in around me, bristling with aggression.
Sara let out a cold laugh, arms folded across her chest. "Sharon Fox, is it? I'd suggest you behave yourself."