Good at Losing Quietly
“Fine. Tomorrow morning.”
Chapter 6 — Six Years Late
At nine the next day, Sebastian arrived at Ashford headquarters expecting a routine signature.
Selene came too, in a cream suit, confident enough to bring Theo and leave him with a nanny outside the conference room.
Neither of them knew that three months before my father died, he had transferred Ashford’s final voting block to me.
I owned sixty-eight percent of the company. Sebastian had never been its owner. He was an employee with an impressive title.
At 9:15 the board filed in.