Carla scoffed. It was a loud, arrogant, profoundly dismissive sound. Her eyes were completely glazed over, blinded by massive, flashing dollar signs and her own staggering, narcissistic hubris. She believed I was surrendering because I was weak, and she was terrified that if she gave me two weeks, I would realize the “true value” of the estate and hire my own lawyer to fight her for it.
“Don’t be ridiculous, Richard,” Carla barked, waving a hand in his face. “I have seen the revenue reports Joel showed me at Christmas! The firm is thriving. The client list is a gold mine. I am the primary investor, and I am not letting this ungrateful, uneducated girl walk out of this room and change her mind!”
“Carla, as your legal counsel, I strongly advise against signing an ‘Assumption of Estate’ without a full financial disclosure,” Richard pleaded, his professional composure cracking. “You are legally assuming total personal liability for whatever is in that portfolio.”