“What?”
“You hid your power so well that he eventually believed you had none.”
I stared at him.
Then he opened a drawer in his desk.
Inside was a thick black folder.
He pushed it toward me.
My name was printed on the cover.
Not Alyssa Prescott.
Just:
ALYSSA VALE — CONTROLLING INTERESTS
My breathing slowed.
I opened it.
The first page listed companies.
The second listed trusts.
The third listed intellectual property.
The fourth listed voting rights.
I turned another page.
Then another.
My hands began to tremble.
“Dad…”
He didn’t answer.
I looked up.
“How much of Prescott Technologies do I actually own?”
He held my gaze.
“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.
