the insult.
“I’m here to discuss the company.”
I pulled out a chair.
Then placed the black folder in front of me.
Aaron stared at it.
His expression changed immediately.
“What do you want, Alyssa?”
“To clarify what belongs to me.”
He laughed.
Until I opened the folder.
I began distributing copies of the patent agreements.
“These patents were mine before Prescott Technologies ever licensed them.”
Aaron looked down.
Then back at me.
“These are fake.”
Daniel stood.
“No, they aren’t.”
He placed another document on the table.
“The structure
