The Millionaire I Loved Like a Father Left Me Nothing — Then His Lawyer Came the Next Day

stubborn, widowed, retired owner of Whitcomb Fine Woodworks, and apparently more concerned about fruit than his hip.

I thought that would be the end of it.

It wasn’t.

Three days later, I received a call from a woman named Helen Marks, Walter’s lawyer.

“Mr. Whitcomb would like to hire you,” she said.

I nearly dropped my phone into a pot of diner chili.

“Hire continue reading …