SHAWN
Was this truly happening?
I sat frozen, as I half-listened to Tekan speak—or rather, destroy what remained of the company, tearing apart whatever lingering faith the board had in our name.
His voice was a grating, confident drone as he tried to convince the other shareholders to sell out. He was aggressively pushing for the company, my company, to be sold off entirely, claiming there was already an interested buyer waiting in the wings.
An interested buyer.
Why the hell was I just hearing about this now?
And how could Tekan possess the sheer audacity to suggest such a radical liquidation right in front of my grandfather?
My old man hadn’t spoken a single syllable since the emergency meeting started. He hadn’t looked at me once either—not since I had stepped into the company
