My Grandfather Asked Who Stole My Company Right Before The Police Came

said. “And debt. Short-term stuff. The company needed liquidity.”

“You sold it,” I said.

He looked at me.

Not ashamed.

Annoyed.

“We sold part of it.”

Grandpa slapped the folder.

“You sold control.”

My mother finally broke.

“We had no choice.”

The room jerked toward her.

She put both hands flat on the table, fingers spread, nails red against the white cloth.

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