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.

command station, I settled into my ergonomic leather chair.

The central monitor displayed a live realtime feed of the authentication logs from the Nemesis tech servers. It was an absolute masterpiece of pathetic corporate desperation. For the past 3 hours, I had been monitoring a relentless sequence of failed login attempts. The originating internet continue reading …