Not corporate counsel. Not the polished general counsel who handled board disputes.
Gabriel was the man powerful people hired when the beautiful version of a family needed to be dragged into daylight.
He answered on the second ring.
“Nicholas, I’m assuming someone is either dead or about to be sued.”
“My mother assaulted my wife. I have live video and weeks of recordings.”
Silence.
Then his voice changed.
“Do not confront her alone.”
“I’m ten minutes away.”
“Nicholas.”
“She has pills. My son may be sick.”
“Then keep the recording running. Do not stop it. Do not threaten her. Do not touch her unless you’re protecting Sophie or Julian. Police are on their way?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I’ll meet you there. Send me access to the camera archive now.”
I forwarded the app credentials with one hand at the next stoplight.
