“Sign the Shares First,” My Parents Ordered While I Held My Newborn—Then My Son’s Father Opened the Hospital Door – Welcome

front of Sophie.

“This company is not a prize.”

Sophie swallowed.

“Okay.”

“It is payroll. Jobs. Deadlines. Customers. Mistakes. People whose livelihoods depend on good decisions.”

Sophie nodded.

“If one day you decide you do not want this company, you may walk away.”

Sophie blinked.

“Really?”

“Absolutely.”

Then Grandma said:

“But nobody gets to convince you that continue reading …