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But enough.
He had seen the shape of my life before I had language for it.
He had tried to leave me a rope.
And Dad had buried it.
Rebecca’s voice was calm, but her eyes were bright with controlled fury.
“This changes things.”
“How much?”
“A lot.”
The Class B shares were non-voting, but economic. Ten percent of sale proceeds, if enforceable, meant $6.8 million continue reading …
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