you that you would no longer work for me for a salary. That was true.”
He turned to the next page.
My name was listed among the company’s new partners.
Then I saw the number.
Twenty-five percent.
“Mr. Bennett…”
“Starting tomorrow, I’m no longer your boss,” he said. “If you accept the condition, you become a shareholder and one of the company’s executive directors.”
The tears came again.
But this time, for a completely different reason.
“Then why didn’t you just tell me yesterday?”
He laughed.
“I tried. You didn’t let me finish my sentence.”
I remembered the park.
“Starting tomorrow, you will no longer work for me for a salary.”
He had never said “for free.”
I had assumed that.
Richard stood and walked toward me.
“Seven years ago, I hired a frightened young woman who could barely speak during her interview. Today, I’m trusting that same woman with
