“Grandma still owns the tea company?”
George shrugged.
“I think.”
“Does she have partners?”
“I don’t know.”
“Who gets it when she retires?”
Jeffrey frowned.
“Why?”
“I’m just curious.”
Afterward, Jeffrey told me the whole thing had felt “like an interview.”
I tried not to plant ideas in their heads.
“Maybe she was nervous.”
George looked at me.
“You always say that when you don’t want to say someone was weird.”
He knew me too well.
Two days later, Vanessa called.
“I want to talk alone.”
“About the boys?”
“Yes.”
She came to my house that afternoon.
The twins were upstairs doing homework.
Vanessa walked around my kitchen, looking at everything.
Then she saw the framed newspaper article George had insisted I keep.
Her eyes rested on the headline mentioning the multimillion-dollar investment offer.
“You’ve done well.”
“We’ve been fortunate.”
“How much is the company worth now?”
