With this new information, I focused my attention on the family business, a venture that had been part of our legacy for generations. My father had always been its steward, guiding it through financial storms and market shifts.
There were whispers of a merger, rumors that had circulated at family gatherings but never confirmed. I began to dig deeper, requesting records and financial statements, each document a step closer to understanding what had led to my disinheritance.
Meetings with the company’s board were formal affairs, each member guarded in their responses. « We’re just following directives, » one said, his eyes not quite meeting mine.
But there was one director, a woman who had known my father for decades, who pulled me aside after a particularly tense meeting. Her voice was low, conspiratorial. « He was protecting you, » she said, her words a puzzle I couldn’t solve. « From what? » I asked, but she only shook her head.
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