My family banned me from christmas to impress their "elite" in-laws, but on monday morning, those same in-laws walked into my boardroom and realized i own the company that’s about to save their empire. The text message arrived on a rainy Friday afternoon, vibrating against the mahogany surface of my executive desk like a disruption in the force field of my carefully constructed life. It was from my father, but the vocabulary belonged to my sister, Briana. It was a politely worded eviction notice