Colour flushed to Sally's cheeks. She was embarrassed that he said he believed her. She felt foolish even having those ideas, but she had seen people in her family do weird things over the years that she couldn't help but wonder what was really going on. But the other part of Sally wondered if she was still just a little girl who made up stories about her father's death to fill the hole that his absence had created. To create a secret that would further their bond together, a fictional crime she had vowed to some day avenge.
Sally finished off her glass of wine and quickly raised her hand to order another. "I doubt my mother or Carlton will have to do anything to me. I'm fairly sure I'll have done something to lose my share of the company before it even becomes officially mine on my twenty-first birthday. Which probably doesn't matter. In two years, I'm not sure how much will even be left."
Her mother had already made that threat. And if it came true, Sally's dream of reviving her father's business would burn out completely.
Sally turned away, her eyes searching the room for the food they had ordered. She had not expected her fun evening out to take such a turn.