His expression hardened.
“You work for me.”
“No.”
That one word changed the atmosphere instantly.
Daniel leaned toward me.
“What?”
“I’ve never worked for you. I work for the company.”
“Same difference.”
“Not anymore.”
He stood up.
“What exactly are you implying?”
I opened a drawer in my desk and pushed a document toward him.
He read the first page.
Then the second.
The color disappeared from his face.
Carter Family Voting Trust — Appointment of Voting Representative: Rachel Carter.
He looked back at me.
“You can’t control Grandpa’s shares.”
“I already do.”
“That’s impossible.”
“Forty-two percent.”
His mouth opened.
I continued.
“I own eleven percent personally.”
Then he understood the math.
Fifty-three percent.
Absolute voting control.
He shoved the papers away.
