Julian stepped forward. “Mrs. Helen, if I may suggest, perhaps it would be better to continue this conversation in your office. The customers are starting to get concerned.”
I looked around. He was right. Some customers looked uncomfortable, others fascinated. But this was a business, and business required a certain decorum, no matter how justified my outrage.“You’re right, Julian,” I said. “But there will be no conversation in my office. Everything that needed to be said has been said.”
I turned back to Michael. “I’m going to tell you something, son. And I want you to listen closely, because it will probably be the last thing I say to you for a long time.”
The money I have, the businesses I built, the properties I own—I did it all thinking about your future. Thinking about leaving you something when I’m gone. Thinking about making sure your daughter, my granddaughter, would have opportunities.