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I can provide the original product architecture and source code. My brother won’t be a problem. He doesn’t have the connections to challenge me.
The ballroom erupted in whispers.
Richard Barlo, the wealthy businessman who had helped Connor secure his new position, stood up from his table.
“Connor,” he said sharply. “Come here.”
Connor’s face had turned pale.
I finally picked up the microphone.
“My name is Derek. I’m thirty-one years old. I’m a software developer, and every project displayed on this screen was created by me.”
I paused.
“I didn’t come here to ruin a wedding. I came because someone has spent years taking credit for my work while my own family told me to be proud of him.”
My eyes briefly met my mother’s.
“And apparently, tonight was supposed to be another opportunity for him to do it.”
