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.
