her lawyers could spin them as hypotheticals, as the desperate fantasies

m the whole story. I just told him I was a paralyzed man who believed my wife was hiding assets and that the car accident that killed my son was suspicious. I fed hi

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of the city, then I called his office. I told his secretary my name was Mr. Black and I had a time-sensitive p

d my wheelchair in, his face went pale. He clearly

ing to his feet. "What are you doing

I just looked at him, lettin

d, my voice flat and even. I was quoti

s. He darted a look toward

he said, his voice a high-pitched squeak. "Yo

certificate. "Because I think your partners might be interested to know why the father

ing to hurt me, he was trying to grab my phone. He grabbed

doing," he hissed, trying to

eld on tight. He was stronger, though, and he started to force my hand back. He shoved my chair, and it roll

door to the o

ave gotten an alert from

, disheveled in my wheelchair, Alex sta

ate. She rushed

protective hand on his arm. Then she turned to me

ing my associates? Attacking them? Gri

support, regained his composure. He straightened his tie and looked

t. I let them think they ha

nto the eyes of the woman I once lo

stion," I said, my voice cutt

s Daisy

e name hang in the a

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