Those research papers held everything she had ever been proud of—the sum of her dreams, her youth, her life's purpose.
With trembling hands, she dug up a number she hadn't called in years and dialed. When the call connected, a low male voice answered, "Who is it?"
Hearing it broke her. The tension she'd carried for three years unraveled in a flood of grief and fury.
"It's me," she said, voice cracking. "Brother... I was wrong to stay in Boston for Jackson. I want to cut him off completely. I'm going to slowly withdraw our family's investments from his company!"
On the other end, Henry's voice was steady. "Leave the divestment to me. The emigration paperwork will take at least seven days; I'll send the flight details to your phone."
"Great," she said, sniffling. "One more thing—help me look into the Jordan family's daughter's academic fraud and that kidnapping from three years ago. She destroyed everything I had. Now, I want to destroy them."
"I'll get everything sorted and send it to you before you leave," he answered.