Margaret’s lips trembled, but she forced a weak nod. She’d called Kourtney dozens of times, leaving voicemails that went unanswered.
“I’ll keep trying mother.”
“Oh yes. Try! That's all you're good at!” Florence was harsh with her words but she didn't give a damn.
Kourtney hated them now and they probably deserved it. But right now, she didn’t care about guilt or apologies. She cared about power, and Kourtney was their key to it.
Her marriage to Sebastian should’ve catapulted the Allen Corporation to new heights. She was supposed to be their golden ticket, but she had turned her back on them.
Why must the Allen Corporation suffer by remaining where it was before and even after her marriage to the richest man in Melbourne?
Wouldn't that be a shame?
Wouldn't their enemies make a mockery and caricature of them?
The room fell silent, the weight of Florence’s disappointment crushing them all.
This feels more like a battleground than a family meeting.
The Allens had gathered for this meeting
