Hand over the company laptop, sweetheart — Daddy’s giving your office to someone who

I dialed a number I’d memorized years ago. “Eleanor? It’s Maren. Go ahead and execute the trust transfer we discussed.” Brett laughed. “Trust transfer? Cute. Dad already signed everything over to me this morning.” I tilted the phone away. “He signed his forty-one percent over to you, Brett. Congratulations.” Then I slid a leather folder across the polished table. “Unfortunately, the other fifty-nine percent has been held in the Halvorsen Operating Trust since 2019 — created the week Dad had his stroke, when the board voted unanimously that whoever ran day-to-day operations for five consecutive profitable years would receive controlling interest. That was me. I signed the final paperwork at eight this morning.” The room went still. Brett’s smirk cracked. Our father finally looked up, and I saw it — he’d known. He’d hoped I wouldn’t read the fine print before the ink dried on Brett’s promotion. “You can’t do this,” Brett whispered. “I already did,” I said. “And as the new majority owner, my first executive decision is to dissolve the position of CEO entirely. We’ll be moving to a board-led structure.” I turned to the head of HR. “Please process Brett’s separation. He was never officially employed here, so there’s nothing to separate — but please escort him out.” Brett’s face went the color of old paper. “Maren, please — I have debts, I have a lease in Monaco —” “Then I suggest you call the man whose yacht you’ve been borrowing,” I said gently. I walked to my father, knelt beside his chair, and took his trembling hand. “I’m not angry, Dad. I’m just done being invisible.” I stood, buttoned my blazer, and addressed the board. “Now — let’s talk about the Q4 expansion into Vancouver.” Twelve pens clicked open at once. Brett was still standing by the door, forgotten, as the meeting moved on without him for the very first time.