Chapter 5: Written Permission

There was silence on the other end of the phone.

Then Nina whispered, “Clara… what does that mean?”

I looked through the windshield at the company building, its glass walls shining coldly in the morning sun.

“It means my grandfather knew this day would come.”

Arthur Tennant had built Tennant Manufacturing from a rented workshop and three exhausted employees.

He believed companies were not made of logos or quarterly reports.

They were made of people who came home with sore hands, tired backs, and enough dignity to look their children in the eye.

Before he died, he placed his controlling shares into a private family trust.

Most people assumed my mother inherited influence after him.

Then they assumed the current CEO, Robert Hale, held the real power after marrying into the family.

But my grandfather had been careful.

Very careful.

The trust named one protector.

Clara Tennant.

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