Dad, The Wicked Step-Mother (TWSM) and I met at the office today. I was acccused of stabbing them in the back and twisting the knife. I got called Judas and my actions were appropriate for Greek Easter.

They demanded I pack up my stuff and leave immediately or they would bodily throw me out. They were angry and it had to run it’s course.

After some rudeness and yelling Dad called the company accountant. He offered to meet with us on Tuesday at 11:30.

Quotes:
Dad: “Slit anyone’s throat in business but never slit your father’s, just as I’d never slit yours.”
TyroCEO: “But you have… to the tune of $300,000!”

Dad: “Get out. Get your shit and leave. The stock is mine.”
TyroCEO: “No it’s not.”
Dad: “Yes it is.”
TyroCEO: “No it’s not.”
Dad: “Yes it is.”
TyroCEO: “No it’s not.”
Dad: “Yes it is.”
TyroCEO: “Are we going to do this for the next two hours or is there some point?”