Mom’s laugh cut through the heavy silence of the marble lobby. “Margaret? Executive privileges? Richard, listen to her. She’s finally lost her mind.”
Dad chuckled, shaking his head as he adjusted his cuffs. “Emily, stop this pathetic theater. You don’t know anyone named Margaret, and you certainly don’t have the authority to touch my account. Move along before I have security remove you.”
Madison and Brandon smirked, already turning their backs to walk toward the glass elevators.
But I didn’t move. I kept the phone to my ear as Margaret’s voice crackled through the speaker, clear and sharp. “Right away, Ms. Parker. The system is being updated as we speak. Is there anything else?”
“Yes,” I said, looking directly at the front desk clerk, whose eyes were now glued to her computer screen. “Please check the status of the Presidential Suites reserved under Richard Parker.”
Before Margaret could answer, the clerk’s computer let out a sharp, repetitive beep. The clerk’s face drained of all color. She typed furiously, her fingers trembling over the keyboard.
“Is there a problem?” Dad asked, his voice losing a bit of its confidence as he noticed the clerk’s reaction.
“Sir…” the clerk stammered, looking from the screen to my father, and then, with a sudden look of absolute terror, to me. “I… I’m afraid your reservation has just been flagged. The executive corporate discount has been revoked, and the rooms have been released back into the system.”
“What?!” Mom gasped. “That’s impossible! My daughter Madison is getting married! We have the entire top floor wing!”
“Not anymore, you don’t,” I said calmly, slipping my phone back into my pocket.
Dad stormed up to the desk, slamming his hand down on the marble. “Do you know who I am? I am Richard Parker! I am a senior stakeholder in this company! Call your manager right now!”
“There’s no need to call him, Richard,” a sharp, authoritative voice echoed from behind us.
We all turned to see Margaret, the regional director, walking briskly across the lobby. She was flanked by two head security guards. She didn’t even glance at my father. Instead, she walked straight to me and bowed her head slightly.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Parker. We’ve been waiting for you. The legal department finalized everything at 9:00 AM today. Welcome to your property.”
Madison’s jaw dropped. Brandon blinked in confusion. Dad looked like he had just been hit by a freight train.
“Margaret?” Dad stammered, his face turning an angry shade of purple. “What is the meaning of this? Why are you talking to this girl? I am the one who runs the board!”
“You were on the board, Richard,” Margaret said, turning to him with a cold, professional smile. “But as of this morning, the late Mrs. Evelyn Parker’s controlling shares—51% of the Vesta Hospitality Group—have been legally transferred to her sole beneficiary. Your daughter, Emily.”
The lobby went dead silent. The smirk vanished from Madison’s face so fast it was almost comical.
“No…” Mom whispered, clutching her Chanel purse like a shield. “No, Evelyn wouldn’t do that. She was old, she was confused!”
“Grandma was sharper than all of you combined,” I said, stepping forward. “She knew exactly what you did to Grandfather’s legacy. And she watched how you treated me for thirty-two years. She made sure that when she passed, the only thing you’d inherit from this company was the bill.”
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