"What do you mean, Emily will own the company?" My voice was steady, but my hands clenched under the table.
The elegant chandelier above the dining room cast a warm glow over the table, but the air in the room had turned ice-cold. My father, Richard Caldwell, the man whose company I had saved from ruin, barely glanced up from his plate as he continued cutting into his steak.
"Lauren, let’s be realistic," he sighed, like he was explaining something simple to a child. "You’re great at technical things, but leadership? That’s not your strength. We need someone with presence, someone who commands respect. Your sister is the best choice."
Emily, sitting across from me in her designer dress, sipped her wine with a small, knowing smile. She hadn’t lifted a single finger to help when Caldwell Enterprises was drowning in debt. But now, with the company turning record-breaking profits, she was being handed everything.
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