“You’re not welcome,” Mom emailed. “This is my resort.” I forwarded it: “Cancel her event—owner’s orders.”
“I don’t,” I said. “They’re trying to override me.”
Jasmine’s voice sharpened. “Then we treat it like what it is: attempted fraud and interference with business operations.”
She told me to instruct Miles to lock down access—no internal data shared, no changes approved without my written confirmation and a direct callback to my verified number. Then she said something that made my throat go tight:
“Send me your operating agreement and your ownership documents. If someone is waving ‘pending transfer’ around, it means they’re either lying… or they’ve filed something.”
Filed something.
I felt the floor tilt under my chair.
Because my mother didn’t just want me absent from her party.
She wanted me absent from my own resort.
And judging by that single word from Miles—“NO”—she had already started convincing my staff that she was in charge.
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