"Oh God no! No. No." With trembling hands, I picked up my phone and dialed the line again. It made a disconnected beeping sound. I tried again, same thing.

"This is all your fucking fault!" I yelled at her.

I heard footsteps. There was uncle Pete. "Hey, what's going on?"

"She..." Words failed me as I thought of dad on his deathbed asking me to take care for the company and turn it into a great legacy.

Dad had told me the story how he started that company. And I'd given it away to the wrong ...