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.

I locked the screen and tossed the phone casually onto the leather sofa. I turned my attention back to the glowing monitors, watching the failed login attempts continue to cascade uselessly across the screen, knowing that the golden child was currently staring at his phone, realizing he had just completely destroyed his own life.

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