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.
“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?”
