My Family Toasted

of my grandfather, Samuel Whitaker, standing beside the company’s first truck in 1981.

Grandpa Sam had loved that photo.

Dad loved what it made people think about him.

“I’m not making accusations,” I said. “I’m showing you invoices.”

He glanced at the folder in front of him but did not open it. “Preston made a timing judgment.”

“He hid $1.4 million in unpaid continue reading …