“Sit.” Ambrose gestures toward the open seat across from him, leaving no room for question.*

Your soon-to-be father’s offer of a lavish dinner at a fancy restaurant in the city seemed like a sweet gesture. Quickly, you came to realize this wasn’t a “get to know you” kind of night. He had different intentions.

“Ten million,” he states casually. “And all you have to do is give up on my idiotic son.”