The winter of 2022 stole my father without warning. One December morning he was here—laughing, praying, leading me the way only a spiritual anchor can—and by nightfall he was gone. I flew home to Bellingham, Washington state for the funeral, carrying a grief so heavy it bent my spine. Little did I know the storm had only begun. Two months later, a client called. “Hey, I got another estimate yesterday,” he said. “They claimed they’re affiliated with you guys. They said they worked for your company for over 5 years” My blood turned to ice. The name on the bid sheet: Siding Vault. Owned by Michael—my wife’s brother. These were all lies - he never worked a day in his life for our company. Michael had never swung a hammer for my company. Yet there he was, copying our website word-for-word, stealing our color palette (Green, black and white, the…
