“Sue me?” I chuckled softly, setting my coffee mug down on the marble counter. “With what money, Dad? The money you don’t have anymore? Let me remind you of something you conveniently forgot when you and Mom boarded that flight to Maui to ditch my wedding. Who do you think actually holds the primary patent and the intellectual property rights to the shipping logistics software that keeps your charter business afloat?”

His arrogant expression disappeared.

The furious red in his face drained into a sickly gray.

He stared at me, mouth opening and closing as the realization finally reached him.

“You…” he whispered, his voice cracking horribly. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, I did,” I said, stepping closer and locking my eyes onto his. “And that’s not even the best part. Wait until you hear what the corporate board discovered when they audited the ledger yesterday morning.”

The silence inside my condo became deafening.

My father stood frozen in the middle of the living room, all his earlier confidence gone.