When I boarded my husband’s private jet, his secretary was sitting beside him in my usual seat, feeding him peeled oranges while his mother told me to be considerate. I didn’t argue.

page after page until I reached the structure behind Prescott Technologies.

Then I looked at Dad.

“How much of the company do I actually control?”

He pointed to the voting structure.

“The majority.”

I stared at him.

“Aaron is still the founder and CEO.”

“Yes.”

“But you control the preferred shares.”

I looked down again.

The capital I had provided.

The patent agreements.

The trust structures.

All of it had created a level of control I had never truly considered because I had spent years letting Aaron speak as though