Every head in the room turned to him.
He stood up. He straightened his shoulders. And for the first time in years, he looked like the man who used to sit on a stool in my lab at midnight, asking me to explain things.
“I read every page of this last night,” Daniel said. “Every email. Margaret brought copies to the house. Mother, you were going to put other people’s names on my wife’s invention. You were going to lie to the Patent Office. You told me you were worried about conflicts of interest. The only conflict of interest in this company was you.”
“Daniel,” Victoria said. Her voice cracked. “What are you doing?”
“What I should have done six months ago. What I should have done six years ago.” He turned to Harold Greer. “As a member of this board, I move for an immediate vote of no confidence in the chief executive officer. And I move that the board suspend any litigation against Dr. Foster and authorize the chairman to negotiate directly with her counsel.”
“Seconded,” said Linda Okafor. Before Daniel had even finished his sentence.
The vote was unanimous.
Victoria didn’t vote. She just stood there at the head of the table with her hands flat on the mahogany. The same way she’d stood the day she fired me.
Except this time, her hands were shaking.
Within an hour, Victoria Bennett was no longer CEO of Bennett Technologies. Harold Greer was appointed interim CEO.
Within two hours, Harold and Marcus and I had sketched out a deal on a whiteboard in his office.
Bennett would get a new license to my patents. Non-exclusive, at a fair royalty, so they could still launch the Pulse line. All the false continuation applications would be destroyed, and the company would sign a sworn statement confirming I was the sole inventor. Thompson Medical would get its license too, for the new applications Bennett had never wanted. And Ruth Thompson, who’d been watching Bennett’s troubles very closely, made a phone call to Harold that afternoon about something bigger.
As the board members filed out of the boardroom, already talking about press releases and damage control, Daniel walked over to me.
“I know it’s too late,” he said quietly. “For us, I mean. I know that.”
I didn’t say anything.
“But thank you,” he said. “For showing me what real strength looks like.”
I nodded. Something heavy finally lifted off my chest.
“Take care of the company, Daniel,” I said. “Make your father proud.”
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