Preston snatched the leather contract off the table, holding it up while still crushing Marcus’s wrist.

“Section Four, Paragraph Eight of the founder’s agreement.

The one my grandfather wrote when he built this company. No transfer of majority voting shares shall be valid, binding, or executable if the sitting CEO produces a living, biological heir prior to the final notarization and sealing of the document.”

Marcus went the color of curdled milk. “Sir, the paperwork — the intention was—”

“The paperwork isn’t notarized yet, Marcus,” Preston interrupted, tossing the unsealed folder to the floor. “You were about to stamp it when my wife walked through those doors.”