HE GAVE MY PLACE TO HIS MISTRESS. OUR SON GAVE ME THE COMPANY

Owen and I controlled fifty-one-point-four percent of Sterling Dynamics.

The boardroom remained perfectly still.

Graham looked at me as if the room had vanished around us.

“You knew,” he whispered.

“I knew the trust existed.”

“You planned the championship.”

“You trained him to trigger it.”

“I helped our son build a robot.”

“You used him.”

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