“Behind the scenes, you control the majority of the voting structure.”
I stared at the document.
The room seemed to become very quiet.
“How?”
My father smiled sadly.
“Remember those thirteen patents you secured before the company almost collapsed?”
I nodded.
“You didn’t merely save his company.”
He tapped the folder.
“You became the foundation on which it was built.”
I looked at the ownership chart.
For four years, I had believed Aaron had built an empire.
Now I was discovering that I had been standing quietly underneath it, holding it up.
And he hadn’t even bothered to look down.
My father continued.
“There is more.”
My eyes lifted.
“What more?”
He reached for another envelope.
“This came to us yesterday.”
He handed it to me.
I opened it.
Inside was a photograph.
Jasmine.
Standing outside a private building in Zurich.
Beside her was a man I recognized.
Aaron’s former business partner.
The one who had supposedly disappeared from the company three years ago after a bitter dispute.
I looked at the date.
Three days earlier.
My heart began pounding.
“That’s impossible.”
“No,” my father said.
“It’s very possible.”
I turned the photograph over.
There was a handwritten note on the back.
Six words.
She didn’t come here for Aaron.
