Julian called his assistant from the courthouse, expecting another ordinary update about the company he believed belonged to him. Instead, his expression changed from confusion to fear. An emergency board meeting had been scheduled, his executive access was suspended, and the corporate headquarters had been sold. \u201cThat\u2019s impossible!\u201d he shouted. \u201cI am the CEO!\u201d Vivian grabbed his arm while I calmly watched. Julian demanded to know who had authorized the sale. Finally, I answered the question myself: I had.<\/p>\n
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The building belonged to Ashford Holdings, where I controlled the majority interest. For nine years, Julian had taken credit for work I’d done and treated my father’s company as though it were his personal achievement. He had forgotten that being CEO didn’t make him the owner. Then his phone rang again. The screen displayed BOARD CHAIRMAN. Julian stared at it while I smiled. He had forgotten another important detail. I wasn’t merely the majority shareholder. I was also chairwoman of the board, and the board wanted answers.<\/p>\n
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