“I’m sure Riley despises you as much as I do. Reid and Roy are your only hope, but you don’t want them to know you’re here asking me for money. What are you up to?”

I’d been away too long. Or maybe it wouldn’t have mattered. I’d never be as hateful and devious as my mother. Reid and Roy knew something. Something they were going to tell me.

“Get out!” I spat.

“Rock, I—”

“You won’t get a penny from me, Mother. At least not until I know what you’re hiding.”

“I’m not hiding anything.”

“Sell it to the Air Force. Do you really think I’m going to hand over money without consulting my brothers? I don’t know shit about this business. I don’t even know where all the assets are. I have zero in my bank accounts right now. Anything you get would have to come from the business funds.”

“Rock—”

The phone on my desk buzzed. “We’re done here, Mother.” I punched the button. “Yeah?”

“Mr. Wolfe,” Carla said, “Sergio is here.”

“I don’t know any Sergio.”

“Your stylist. He’s here to do your hair and eyebrows.”

My eyebrows? No one was touching my eyebrows. “Tell him I’m busy.”

“Mr. Wolfe made the appointment.”

“Which one?”

“The other one. Reid.”

“For Christ’s sake,” I muttered. “Send him on in.”

Someone tapped on my door. “Yeah. Enter.”

A more masculine man than I expected entered. He was tall and broad with blondish hair in a ponytail. Looked mildly normal. Except for the nose ring.

Another man, this one a little more flamboyant, and a skinny woman with pink hair followed him, carrying large bags.

“Mr. Wolfe,” the large man said. “Pleased to meet you. I’m Sergio of Manhattan Hair Design. It’s my pleasure to be of service to you.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” I turned back to my mother. “If you’ll excuse me. Apparently I have a haircut.”

“A cut and style. Plus a shave. Full grooming,” Sergio said. “Mr. Wolfe’s orders.”

“Mr. Wolfe doesn’t have a say in what I do, but that’s fine. I could use a trim.” My hair fell a little below my shoulders. Probably not the best look for the CEO of Wolfe Enterprises, according to my esteemed brother.

Not that I gave a shit, but at least it would get rid of my mother.

Connie Wolfe rose, turned abruptly, and then looked over her shoulder at me. “This isn’t over, Rock.”

“It is for now.”

She harrumphed and left my office.

My office.

Still couldn’t quite wrap my head around that one.