Barrett’s face went gray.

“What are you talking about?

Your father’s shares were sold off years ago.”

“My father transferred forty percent of the primary voting stock into my private trust before he died,” I said, and set a stack of certified documents down flat in front of the board chairman.

“The trust you never once researched — because you decided, a long time ago, that I was a kept housewife who couldn’t read a balance sheet.”

The chairman put on his glasses.