After the blast, the bullet grazed my cheek and punched straight through the back seat.A few inches to the left, and I would have died right there.I fought to stay calm, flooring the gas, breaking through the blockade.By the time I lost them, dawn had broken.I sat frozen in the car for a long time, hands gripping the wheel, body shaking beyond my control.Once my heartbeat settled, I drove to the nearest pawnshop and pushed the necklace across the counter.After trading it for cash, I found someone to repair my phone.The signal bars lit up again. I stared at the empty screen and suddenly felt so tired.My brother and sister ran the family's massive operations, living large.And yet, we were all Father's children.I had sunk so low that even the money to fix my phone came from pawning the only old thing I had left.I dragged myself back to the estate, only to walk in on Father standing at his desk, discussing defensive gear and personal bodyguards for my brother and sister with the
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