You Had Five Minutes
Carrow,” Adira interrupted, settling a thick black binder onto the table with an authoritative thud.
“Mrs.
Renwick is not here today as your spouse.
She is here in her capacity as a voting shareholder and as legal representative of the Renwick Family Trust.” I had taken my father’s name back.
It felt like putting on a coat I had left in a closet for fifteen years and finding it still fit.
The board — seven men and two women who had built this company alongside my father — sat in stony silence.