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.

carried silver trays of vintage champagne and artisan ordurves to the most powerful investors, scientists, and legal minds in the biotechnology sector. They were not here to celebrate a loud, incompetent sales executive. They were here to honor me.

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