for building it.”
“Is it true you still own more than half the company?”
“I don’t discuss personal equity percentages.”
My CFO, Julian Cross, stepped beside me.
“That means yes,” he muttered.
I almost laughed.
Then I saw my mother running across the lawn.
Apparently, my family had abandoned the Europe trip, grabbed their luggage, and driven straight from the airport.
“Claire!”
Every camera turned.
Mom forced her way through the crowd.
Dad followed, sweating inside his travel jacket.
Vanessa came last, dragging her silver suitcase.
Mom threw her arms
