I let her laughter echo, waiting for it to die down. The rest of the table remained in uncomfortable silence, eyes darting between Sarah and me. My father shoved a forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth, oblivious to the unfolding storm.
“You think you’re so high and mighty, Sarah,” I said calmly, each word measured like a ticking bomb. “But here’s the truth. Vanguard Tech? It belongs to me. I own the majority shares. I’ve let you play your little games, pretending to be the boss while you strutted around like a peacock.”
Sarah’s smirk faltered, her eyes narrowing. “You’re lying.”
