On Christmas Day, my father announced that he had sold the family company and that I would not receive anything at all. While my older siblings were still smiling, pleased with themselves, convinced my share had finally been erased for good, I stood up and calmly stated the identity of the person who had secretly bought it back. All the sounds of glasses clinking suddenly stopped.

On Christmas Day, my father stood at the head of the long mahogany table in our Burlington mansion and shattered[…]

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