The air left the room.
Andrew's company.
“My grandmother… owned the majority of my husband’s company.”
“That’s right. And now, you are.” Harrison smiled slightly. “You are the majority shareholder. You are, in fact, the owner of the company. Mr. Andrew Hartman reports to you. The board of directors was notified of the change of ownership this morning.”
A tremor ran through Graciela, but it wasn't from fear. It was from power. The truth was revealed: her grandmother had been brilliant, strategic. She had given her not only money, but choice, freedom, and a hidden weapon.
THE CONFRONTATION
Graciela drove home in a trance. She got out of a taxi, but she couldn't feel the ground beneath her feet.
As she opened the door, the scream stopped her.
Andrew was on the phone, pacing back and forth. His face was red, frantic.
“I don’t care what the papers say! Find out who that person is! They can’t just take control like that. Call the lawyers! The accountants!”
He saw her. He put the call on hold. His eyes were filled with rage and panic.
“Graciela, this is not a good time. We have a crisis. A majority investor bought Grandma Elena’s share and now owns it. This could ruin everything.”
Graciela slowly lowered her purse onto the entryway table. Her hands were finally steady. Her mind was completely calm.
“Andrew,” she said, her voice low, a tone he had never heard before. “That person… is me.”
The color drained from Andrew's face. He became pale, almost transparent.
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