My brother mocked my startup as a “little project” at Dad’s birthday—until the truth behind it turned the entire room silent

acquisition.

My phone rang again.

Marcus.

I answered on speaker while driving.

“Sarah.”

His voice was strange, tight.

“I saw the news.”

“I figured you might.”

“Is it real?”

“Yes.”

“Three-point-eight billion.”

“Yes.”

“You’ve been… This whole time, you’ve been building a billion-dollar company.”

“Yes.”

Long silence.

“Why didn’t you tell us?”

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