After My Father’s

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The title nearly broke me.

I nodded. “No. But I’m here.”

He studied me.

Then he nodded once.

That was enough.

By the time I reached the second floor, Miles was standing outside Dad’s office with Daniel Price, board member Alan Pritchard, and a woman I recognized from a Chicago private equity conference. Tall, sleek, expensive coat, expression like polished continue reading …