"Everyone, come look! This is your precious Director Finch! She's a monster in human skin!"
A crowd had formed—colleagues, clients, all of them whispering and pointing.
The moment Jarvis spotted me, he sprang to his feet and jabbed a finger in my face.
"Hailey! Finally decided to show yourself!"
"What gives you the right to hog all eight apartments? Grandpa left those for the family—my dad deserves his share!"
"You're not leaving this building until you explain yourself and hand them over!"
"Let's see how long you keep your fancy director title after this!"
I stood at the edge of the crowd, watching the three of them make absolute fools of themselves.
Then I pulled out my phone, opened the photo I'd prepared, and held it up where they could see.
"Uncle Oliver. Jarvis. You can stop now."
"Black ink on white paper. Official notary seal. Can you read it?"
"Grandpa's will is crystal clear: 'Should the second son's family disregard familial bonds out of greed, all properties shall go solely to the eldest grandchild, Hailey Finch.'"
"You know what triggered that clause? The moment you tried to extort $50,000 from me. The moment you cursed me when I refused."