who I was.
Now they understood the truth.
My money had helped save the business.
My intellectual property had powered it.
My voting rights had protected it.
Their recognition meant something.
But not as much as it once would have.
I no longer needed a room full of people to prove to me that my contribution was real.
After the meeting, Daniel joined me outside.
He smiled.
“There’s something people still don’t understand.”
“What?”
“Why didn’t you destroy Aaron completely?”
I thought about that.
For four years, I had organized
