Chapter 22 - THE EMPLOYEE VOTE
Sterling Mobility held the final major governance vote five years after the breakfast incident.
My founder block had been reduced gradually.
The proposal would transfer another ten percent of voting authority into an employee trust and five percent into an independent patient-benefit foundation.
I would retain substantial economic shares and one protected board seat.
No founder veto over sales.
No automatic family succession.
Some investors argued the company would lose identity.
Employees argued identity should not outweigh safeguards.
I voted for the transition.
The measure passed.
Afterward, a reporter asked:
“Do you regret giving away control after fighting so hard to get it back?”
“I fought to stop fraud. That does not mean concentrated control became good because it returned to me.”
“Could the new board make mistakes?”
“Yes.”
“Then why trust it?”
“I don’t trust one board forever. I trust review, elections, audit, removal procedures, and divided authority more than one family.”
That answer would have infuriated my father.
It might have pleased Laura.
I stopped guessing what dead people would think.
Rebecca and I married the following spring.
Small ceremony.
No corporate announcement.
No merger.
No transfer agreement hidden beneath vows.
Before marrying, we signed a prenuptial agreement with independent counsel.
Clear finances.
Clear healthcare authority.
Neither spouse controlled the other’s company votes automatically.
Sophie attended with Alma.
She wore a blue dress and carried no flowers because she said flower girls were babies.
She carried the rings instead.
Laura’s ring remained in my family archive.
Not because Rebecca demanded it.
Because I wanted marriage to begin without one relationship physically resting between us.
At the reception, Sophie lifted a glass of orange juice.
Everyone nearby went silent for half a second.
She noticed.
“Oh my God,” she said. “It’s juice.”
The table laughed.
She rolled her eyes.
Then drank it.
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Her story finally belonged enough to her that she could mock other people’s tension.
No one turned it into a speech.
