PART 4 – My son, Daniel Whitaker, slammed his palm on the Christmas table so hard the crystal glasses jumped.

PART 4 Whitaker Holdings was not Daniel’s company. It was Robert’s. My husband’s. A company he had quietly dissolved eight years before he died, after a falling-out with his business … Continue reading PART 4 – My son, Daniel Whitaker, slammed his palm on the Christmas table so hard the crystal glasses jumped.