Chapter 4 - The Uninvited Guests
On Monday morning, I arrived at Aegis Document Systems' corporate office in downtown Albuquerque. We occupied the entire top floor of a sleek glass tower—a space my family had never seen, because they had never once asked where I worked.
At 11:00 AM, my front-desk receptionist, a capable young woman named Clara, buzzed my private office line.
"Nadia, there are three people in the lobby demanding to see you," Clara said, her voice strained. "They don't have an appointment, but the older gentleman is shouting that he's your father and that security has no right to hold him."
"Send them to Conference Room B," I said calmly. "And call building security to stand outside the door."
Five minutes later, I walked into Conference Room B.
My father, Arthur, looked ten years older than he had on Father’s Day. His tie was crooked, his face was flushed red, and his eyes were bloodshot. Grant stood behind him, pacing nervously while chewing on his thumbnail. Mom sat in a leather chair, clutching her handbag like a shield, looking pale and bewildered.
When Dad saw me walk in—wearing a tailored black blazer, flanked by two burly private security guards—he stood up abruptly.
"Nadia!" he barked, trying to assert his usual dominance. "What is the meaning of this? Why are these security thugs watching us? Do you have any idea what kind of disaster you’ve caused?"
"Sit down, Arthur," I said, my voice dropping an octave into absolute authority.
He blinked, shocked by the sound of his own first name coming from my mouth.
"What did you just call me?" he gasped.
"I said sit down," I repeated, walking to the head of the glass conference table. I didn't sit. I rested my hands flat on the polished surface, looking down at them. "You have five minutes before security escorts you off my corporate property."
Grant stepped forward, his face twisted in desperation. "Nadia, stop acting crazy! The bank canceled our credit lines! The warehouse workers are striking! The city canceled our contract this morning! The bank manager told us that the cash reserve injections for the last three years weren't coming from an anonymous small business grant—they were coming from you!"
"Yes," I said smoothly. "They were."
Mom let out a faint gasp, covering her mouth. "Nadia... you were paying the bills?"
"I paid over $1.2 million over thirty-six months," I said, pulling a bound, thick paper ledger from my leather briefcase and tossing it onto the glass table with a heavy thud. "Every vehicle lease. Every vendor invoice. Every single dollar of Grant's bloated salary. I kept your sinking ship afloat while you hid me in the attic whenever company came over."
Arthur stared at the ledger, his hands trembling as he flipped through page after page of bank receipts, wire confirmations, and tax filings, all bearing my personal business signature.
"You... you sabotaged us!" Arthur stammered, trying to shift the blame. "You held back funds that belonged to the family!"
"Nothing in that ledger belonged to the family," I replied coldly. "It belonged to me. Money I earned with the 'computer stuff' you mocked every single day."
"Nadia, please," Grant pleaded, his voice breaking as he dropped all his usual swagger. "We owe three hundred thousand dollars by Friday or the bank files for involuntary bankruptcy! I’ll lose my house! Dad will lose everything!"
I looked at my brother, then turned my eyes to my father.
"On Father’s Day, you raised a glass in front of thirty people and called me a marriage mistake," I said softly. "You told me to take what belonged to me and leave."
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I leaned in closer to my father.
"I took my money. Now you get to keep the rest."
