Chapter 8 - The Threat Hidden in Love
Leah connected Tamika’s phone to a document scanner and printed the relevant text messages.
Jada did not want to read them.
Then she read every one.
MARCH 4, 9:14 P.M.
TAMIKA: I can’t move any more of Jada’s money. This has gone too far.
DARRELL: We are already committed.
TAMIKA: She starts school in August.
DARRELL: And Easton closes before then.
TAMIKA: What if it doesn’t?
DARRELL: So you don’t believe in me.
TAMIKA: That isn’t what I said.
DARRELL: It’s exactly what you said.
Ten minutes later:
DARRELL: I have spent two years trying to build a future with you. If you pull the rug now, understand what you’re choosing.
TAMIKA: What does that mean?
DARRELL: It means I won’t stay in a relationship where my partner expects me to fail.
Then:
DARRELL: You have to decide who your family is.
Jada stopped reading.
Her throat burned.
She slid the pages across the table.
“He made you choose.”
Tamika nodded.
“And you chose him.”
Tamika closed her eyes.
“Yes.”
There was no scream after that.
No explosive argument.
Only the unbearable simplicity of the answer.
Jada stood and walked to the window.
Below, cars moved through downtown traffic.
People carried coffee.
A delivery cyclist stopped at a red light.
The world had the audacity to continue.
Behind her, Renee asked, “What happened after that?”
Tamika answered.
“I sent the ten thousand.”
“For the SUV?”
“Yes.”
“And he stayed.”
“Yes.”
Renee laughed bitterly.
“So he sold you the relationship for ten thousand dollars of somebody else’s money.”
Tamika flinched.
Leah interrupted.
“Let’s stay factual.”
Renee turned.
“That is factual.”
“It is an interpretation.”
“It’s a generous one.”
Jada continued staring outside.
“Did you ever tell him no?”
Tamika looked at her.
“Of course.”
“When?”
“All the time.”
“No. About me.”
Tamika said nothing.
“Did you ever tell him my future wasn’t negotiable?”
“I told him the money had to come back.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Tamika stared at the table.
Jada turned around.
“You let him talk about my trust like it was something you both owned.”
Tamika’s voice cracked.
“I knew it was wrong.”
“Then why did you keep going?”
“Because once I sent the first money, I felt trapped.”
Jada frowned.
“By what?”
“If the company failed, your money was gone.”
“So you sent more.”
“Yes.”
“Because you thought sending more would save what you already lost.”
Tamika nodded.
Leah spoke quietly.
“That pattern has a name.”
Tamika looked at her.
“Escalation of commitment.”
Renee folded her arms.
“Also called throwing good money after bad.”
Tamika’s shame deepened.
Jada understood the logic.
Forty thousand became the reason for twenty-five.
Sixty-five became the reason for seventeen.
Eighty-two became the reason for ten.
Every loss became justification for the next.
Like walking deeper into water because turning back would mean admitting you had gone the wrong direction.
Leah gathered the papers.
“We have enough to demand an immediate accounting from King Home Solutions and King Development Holdings.”
“Can he refuse?” Jada asked.
“Yes.”
“Then what?”
“We file.”
Tamika’s head snapped up.
“Against Darrell?”
“Potentially against both entities, Darrell individually, and you as trustee.”
Tamika went pale.
“Me?”
“You transferred trust property in violation of its terms.”
“But I’m cooperating.”
“Cooperation matters.”
“Does it stop Jada from suing me?”
Leah looked at Jada.
“That is Jada’s decision.”
Tamika followed her gaze.
Jada suddenly felt exhausted.
“I don’t know.”
Tamika nodded slowly.
“I understand.”
“No, you don’t.”
Jada sat again.
“If I sue Darrell, everybody will say I protected myself.”
Tamika said nothing.
“If I sue you, everybody will say I destroyed my mother.”
“Jada—”
“If I don’t sue anybody, I lose college.”
“No.”
Tamika reached across the table.
Jada pulled her hand away.
Tamika stopped.
“I will fix it.”
“With what money?”
“I have my retirement account.”
Renee stared.
“How much?”
“Thirty-one thousand.”
“You cannot just empty a retirement account without taxes and penalties,” Leah said.
“I don’t care.”
Jada looked at her.
“You cared enough about Darrell’s business to take my money. Now you’re going to destroy your retirement too?”
Tamika’s shoulders collapsed.
“What am I supposed to do?”
The question sounded genuine.
Jada had no answer.
Leah did.
“You stop making emotional financial decisions.”
Tamika looked up.
“You preserve what you have. You document everything. You do not move money, sell property, confront Darrell about evidence, or sign anything without counsel.”
Tamika nodded weakly.
Renee looked at Jada.
“And we focus on college.”
Jada almost laughed.
“College feels fake now.”
“It isn’t.”
“How am I supposed to sit in a dorm and pretend everything is normal?”
“You don’t pretend.”
Renee’s voice softened.
“You go because that was the point of the money in the first place.”
Jada looked at Isaiah’s letter, now copied inside Leah’s file.
Nobody gets to spend her future for her.
“What if I can’t afford to go?”
Renee answered immediately.
“Then we find the next option.”
Jada remembered Ms. Ellis.
The next document.
She nodded.
Leah’s assistant knocked.
“Ms. Brooks?”
“Yes?”
“There’s a gentleman named Darrell King in reception.”
Everyone went still.
Tamika’s face drained of color.
“What?”
“He says he needs to speak to Ms. Williams.”
“Which one?” Renee asked.
The assistant glanced at her note.
“Jada.”
Renee stood.
“No.”
Jada stood too.
Leah raised one hand.
“Nobody is having a hallway confrontation.”
Darrell’s voice came from beyond the closed door.
“I know she’s in there.”
Tamika whispered, “He followed me.”
Jada looked at her mother.
For the first time since the kitchen, Tamika looked genuinely afraid.
Not ashamed.
Not guilty.
Afraid.
Darrell called again.
“Jada. We need to talk like adults.”
Jada stared at the door.
Then at the printed messages.
You have to decide who your family is.
Something inside her settled.
“No,” she said.
Leah looked at her.
“No what?”
Jada picked up the pages.
“He doesn’t get to decide what adult means anymore.”
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Then she sat back down.
“Tell him to leave.”
