“Enough.”
“That isn’t an answer.”
“No.”
He leaned forward.
“So I’ll give you the answer.”
He placed one finger on the final page.
“On paper, Aaron Prescott is the founder and CEO.”
My eyes moved down the page.
“Behind the scenes, you control the majority of the voting structure.”
I stared at the document.
The room seemed to become very quiet.
“How?”
My father smiled sadly.
“Remember those thirteen patents you secured before the company almost collapsed?”
I nodded.
“You didn’t merely save his company.”
He tapped the folder.
“You became the foundation on which it was built.”
I looked at the ownership chart.
For four years, I had believed Aaron had built an empire.
Now I was discovering that I had been standing quietly underneath it, holding it up.
And he hadn’t even bothered to look down.
My father continued.
“There is more.”
My eyes lifted.
