their target badly.
Very badly.
Patricia recovered first.
“So what?” she spat. “Daniel runs that company. Without him, you’re nothing.”
Several executives in the audience exchanged glances.
I almost felt sorry for her.
“Patricia,” I said, “who told you Daniel owns the company?”
Her mouth opened.
Daniel suddenly looked terrified.
I turned to him.
“You never told her?”
“Claire…”
“I own sixty-eight percent.”
Patricia slowly turned toward her son.
“You said you were majority owner.”
Nobody spoke.
Daniel had lied to everyone.
Including his own mother.
I lifted the microphone.
