My Brother Bragged About Becoming Partner. He Didn’t Know the Investor Was Already Sitting There.

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“I own the firm,” I said quietly. “Sterling works for me.”

Arthur’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. Philippa’s perfectly lined lips parted. Julian stared at the screen, eyes narrowing, as if it might rearrange itself into a punchline.

“That’s—” Arthur started. “That can’t—This is some trick.”

“Document B,” I continued, ignoring him.

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