She grabbed my sleeve so hard her knuckles turned white.
"You have to keep playing tonight!"
It didn't sound like a plea.
It sounded like an order.
Our argument quickly drew everyone's attention.
Arnold's eyes narrowed, his gaze darting around as the gears turned.
"Ramona, your dad's got nothing left. If he keeps winning, what's he even going to put up?"
My daughter slowly raised her head and looked at them.
Her voice was steady.
So steady it sent a chill down my spine.
"Who says my dad has nothing left?"
"Doesn't he still have the Southside land project?"
My mind went blank—a sharp, ringing buzz behind my eyes.
The Southside land project was the cornerstone deal I'd been personally spearheading at the company. All the groundwork was already in place. If it went through, we weren't just talking about a seven-figure commission—my entire position would move up the ladder.
More importantly, I had never breathed a single word about it at home.
How did my daughter know?
Arnold's eyes lit up like a predator catching a scent.
"The Southside land project? Now that's a prime cut!"