need to fix this before your father does something drastic.”
“What exactly am I supposed to fix?”
“The account is empty.”
“No,” I replied. “My account still has the money. You just can’t see it anymore.”
Silence.
Then Dad grabbed the phone.
“You moved three point two million dollars without talking to us?”
“Yes.”
“That money was part of our family banking relationship.”
“It was in an account owned by my LLC.”
“You know what I mean.”
Unfortunately, I did.
Then Dad started explaining.
Chloe had found a four-unit apartment
