Aaron shifted uncomfortably.
“But yesterday, you reminded me of something.”
I looked directly at him.
“You never loved me enough to wonder what I had sacrificed for you.”
His face hardened.
“Enough drama. What do you want?”
I pushed the folder toward him.
“The company.”
He laughed.
Actually laughed.
“You want my company?”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“I want what already belongs to me.”
His smile disappeared.
I opened the folder.
“Let’s start with the thirteen patents.”
The CFO, Daniel, went pale.
Aaron stared at me.
“What about them?”
“They were transferred into Prescott Technologies under a special licensing agreement.”
“Yes.”
“And who owned those patents before the transfer?”
Aaron said nothing.
I answered for him.
“Me.”
A board member frowned.
“That can’t be right.”
I slid copies of the original documents across the table.
“It is.”
The room erupted in whispers.
Aaron grabbed one of the documents.
