The room fell silent after Mr. Sterling spoke. My father glanced around the boardroom, expecting someone to laugh or explain the joke. No one did. The attorneys remained expressionless while the investors watched with growing curiosity.
“What are you talking about?” my father demanded. “This is just some office.” Mr. Sterling adjusted his glasses and looked almost amused. “No, Mr. Rowan. This is the headquarters of a company valued in the hundreds of millions.”
Oliver frowned. “So what?” he snapped. “Julian works here.” The investors exchanged looks. One of them chuckled softly. “Works here? He built it.”
For the first time, genuine confusion appeared on my mother’s face. She stared at me as if seeing me for the first time. The son she dismissed for years suddenly no longer fit the image she carried in her head-
