“When your investors walked away, I brought in new capital.”
“When your company couldn’t afford the patents that made your technology possible, I bought them.”
“And when everyone told me you would fail…”
I took a breath.
“I believed in you anyway.”
Aaron’s eyes became red.
“I didn’t know.”
“That was the problem.”
I picked up my purse.
“You never cared enough to know.”
Then the conference room doors opened.
Two attorneys entered.
Behind them was a woman in a dark suit.
Jasmine.
Except she wasn’t Jasmine anymore.
She placed an identification file on the table.
“My real name is Elena Hart.”
Aaron stared at her.
“You…”
She looked at him coldly.
“You don’t remember me.”
Aaron’s face changed.
I watched him carefully.
Elena opened another folder.
Seven years earlier, Aaron had been working for a small technology company called Hart Systems.
The original technology behind Prescott Technologies had been developed there.
