CEO Father Called Me a "Failed Investment," But His Board Meeting Next Week Changed Everything!
My earliest memory is sitting in his vast corner office at age six, my feet dangling from the leather chair as he explained market capitalization. "Pay attention, Sophia," he'd say, eyes never leaving his Bloomberg terminal. "Everything in life can be quantified. Success. Failure. Even people."
I paid attention. Oh, did I pay attention.
While other kids played with dolls, I studied financial statements. When teenagers went to parties, I interned in every department of Summit Technologies, learning the business from the ground up. Not because Father asked – he was too busy with his golden child, my brother Marcus – but because I saw something in those endless rows of numbers that others missed. Potential. Patterns. Power.
Mother tried to give me some semblance of normalcy, sneaking in small acts of maternal love between Father's rigid schedules. "You're more than your metrics, sweetheart," she'd whisper, helping me with calculus homework at midnight. She died when I was fifteen. Brain aneurysm. Father treated it like a disappointing quarterly report – an unfortunate setback, but nothing that should impact overall performance.
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