“I built this company,” Aaron said.

“I built it from nothing.”

I looked at him then, at the man I had made coffee for on Sunday mornings, the man whose shirts I had sent out and whose mother I had visited in the hospital.

My ring tapped the table.

“I let you take the credit because I loved you,” I said.

The room went quiet.

Not the quiet of people waiting.

The quiet of people doing arithmetic.