“That is precisely what they want,” I said.
“They’re manufacturing fear so we’ll surrender our core assets cheap.”
I activated the off-grid backup network I’d quietly installed the day I returned, publicly announced the medical-tech alliance and an independent audit, and petitioned regulators to trace the aggressive stock purchases — which all led back to offshore trusts run by Sable Capital.
That night, Randall went on a business news program urging that Rollins Global needed “calm, experienced leadership” through the crisis.
He didn’t say my name.
He didn’t have to.
Later he arrived unannounced at my parents’ house with a buyout agreement, offering to purchase our family shares at a steep discount “to protect us.”
My exhausted father held the pen over the paper.
“Dad,” I said from the doorway, “if you sign that, there won’t be a company left to protect tomorrow.” I slid a brokerage-tracing report in front of him.
“One of the accounts trying to seize our stock today traces straight to Randall’s construction firm.”