The Rolex & The Ruin: My Family's Greed

conference room, the Silicon Valley skyline a hazy backdrop. There were no tears, no shouting, just the quiet,

e venture capital pitches, the relentless pressu

ed. It was my

ess what? Gabrielle

Caleb, my half-brother, had been with Gabrielle for years, and a baby was the

my voice. An idea sparked. This was the perfect exc

ome," I told h

long. "Oh! That' s... wonderful, de

couldn't even process. Then I went shopping. I bought a vintage Rolex for Gabrielle, a stupidly expensive $15,000 piece I though

the California coast to the gray, industrial heart of Ohio. I was leaving the cutthroat world

r-bedroom with a finished basement and a big, green lawn-a world away from the cramped duplex we grew up in. I' d bought it outright

tly, her smile not quite reaching her eyes. My stepfather, Anthony, gave me a warm, father

ng protectively on her still-flat stomach. I handed h

thed, strapping it on her wrist.

cided to test the waters. It was a stupid game, a li

you like it. It' s probably the last nice

d-sentence. "What d

ng at the ground. "He... he basically pushed me out.

ful party atmosphere evaporated,

host. "Broke? Annabel, what are you

idding me. You didn' t get a massive payout? I told y

t cut the deepest. She sneered, t

re crash

her, confuse

ee environment. This is a family home, not a halfway house for broke relatives.

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