Alexander Caldwell stood outside Riley's bedroom door, his hand hovering over the brass handle..

The mahogany corridor stretched endlessly in both directions, lined with portraits of Caldwell ancestors who had built their fortune on principles of integrity and honor.

How fitting that their legacy would end with him confronting his daughter about her betrayal.

He knocked once, sharply.

"Go away," came Riley's voice from inside, muffled but annoyed.

"We need to talk, Riley. Now."

A long pause, ...