“Did he?”
She glared at me.
“He worked for everything he has.”
I nodded.
“He worked hard.”
Her expression softened slightly.
Then I continued.
“So did I.”
She rolled her eyes.
“You stayed home.”
I looked at her.
“Yes.”
I took a breath.
“I raised our sons.”
She opened her mouth.
I continued.
“And before that, I helped establish the business you now work for.”
Her face changed.
I smiled.
“Both things matter.”
Then I walked away.
The next few weeks were chaotic.
News outlets reported the ownership dispute.
Investors asked questions.
Employees worried about the company’s stability.
And Julian’s public image began to crack.
For years, he’d presented himself as the sole architect of Ashbourne Freight Holdings.
Now journalists were examining the company’s formation records.
The original capital contributions.
And the role I’d played in its early growth.
Former employees began contacting me.
Some remembered working with me in the first office.
