At The $2 Billion Buyout Meeting, My Father Fired Me And Handed My AI Code To My Brother. “You’re Just An Employee,” Mom Said. I Packed My Mug, Walked Out Quietly—Because The License Clause They Never Read Had Already Started Counting Down.

They are blinded by their own arrogance.

I could hear the satisfying clack of a keyboard on her end of the line. Give me the word Gemma. I looked up at the clear night sky, a deep sense of absolute peace settling over my analytical mind. Activate the Omega protocol. I commanded my voice cutting sharply through the quiet night. They think they just continue reading …