Playing Second Fiddle
She treated me like a toy that belonged to her, and her alone.
But when she realized that I had never belonged to her, not even once, something inside her shattered. She wouldn't allow it.
She wanted to reclaim me as her possession, no matter the cost.
However, she miscalculated.
I was not some possession for her to hoard, and I would never forgive her.
After taking over the company, I used only half a years' time to double the profits of the small company, to my father's great satisfaction.
A year later, he handed the company to me completely, and I immediately started dismantling both the Joneses and the Goldings.