I shook my head.
“I want what already belongs to me.”
His smile disappeared.
I opened the folder.
“Let’s start with the thirteen patents.”
The CFO, Daniel, went pale.
Aaron stared at me.
“What about them?”
“They were transferred into Prescott Technologies under a special licensing agreement.”
“Yes.”
“And who owned those patents before the transfer?”
Aaron said nothing.
I answered for him.
“Me.”
A board member frowned.
“That can’t be right.”
I slid copies of the original documents across the table.
“It is.”
The room erupted in whispers.
Aaron grabbed one of the documents.
His eyes moved rapidly across the page.
Then he looked at me.
