The Rolex & The Ruin: My Family's Greed
resence in the house was treated as an invasion. The lie about m
gned to make me feel unwelcome. One morning, I found my expensive, cus
It looked like old junk. I was just clearing out some clutter
ith her cousin, a guy who had just got
rk playing on her lips. "You can' t be
ight their battles for them. I spent most of my time in the guest room, working on my laptop, laying the groundwork f
er about the foundation. I' d left on Friday morning and came back Sunday night.
e door open
low. My suitcase was gone. The furniture was being disassembled. Gabrie
xes," she was saying. "It belongs to a poor rela
r arm, was my Patek Philippe watch. It was a one-of-a-kind piece, a gift to myself after my company went publi
ked, my voice shaking with a
artled. "Annabel! Y
are my t
e moved them down to the basement. I decided th
ll, damp storage room
pointing at her wrist. "W
just lying around. I figured you wouldn't mind since, you know..." She le
t off,"
hat
It. Of
faltered. She looked towards the doorway, where my
ling up with fake tears. "She' s yelli
for heaven' s sake, stop it! It' s just
Your mother is right. Apologize to Ga
r. Siding with a thief.
inside m
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