“Your father once sat right where you’re sitting,” Stephen said.

“He was very clear about how he wanted his investment structured.”

I remembered Manuel leaning across our first office desk, telling Mark and me that dreams were beautiful but contracts were what kept the electricity on.

Stephen opened the original charter.

Next to my name stood seventy percent of the voting shares.

Next to Mark’s name stood thirty.

I knew the numbers.

I’d signed the documents.