“So you’d turn against your own father? Is that what I’m hearing?” “What you’re hearing is that you have shit your last pair of britches where Nectar is concerned,” I snapped. “Between me and Soren having the controlling interest, and what I am sure will be a very unhappy board, you can consider yourself relieved of duty,” I told him, grabbing my wasted coffee and heading for the door. “Little girl, you cannot do this!” “Watch me.”
