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“We want it to survive. My grandfather created—"
Mr. McGrath's hand came up, silencing his wife. It was a welcome gesture, but one I was surprised she heeded. “For the record," Julia's father said, “I'm still concerned about Julia. She's young and you're..."
“I'm older," I admitted. “I'm not concerned about Julia's youth. She's an amazingly quick study."
Over the crackling of the fire, there was a collective inhale. Yes, I'd hit a chord and I would be happy to hit more. “What is your concern regarding Wade?" I asked again.
“The unknown is rattling the shareholders."
I nodded. “We're down to fewer and fewer when it comes to shareholders. Currently, there is you" —I nodded toward Mr. McGrath— “maintaining Julia's shares, the Butlers, roughly four or five other entities holding te
