“Does Robert know you still have these?”
“No.”
“Does he know that the majority of the company’s shares are registered in your name?”
I nodded silently.
Forty-five years earlier, when we got married, my father had left me a small amount of money.
Robert dreamed of starting his own construction company.
I invested every penny I had in his business.
My father had insisted that the investment be properly documented.
Sixty percent of the company’s shares had been registered in my name.
Over the years, Robert had begun presenting himself as the sole owner.
I never argued.
I wanted a husband, not a competitor.
Mr. Harris carefully examined the documents and the company’s current records.
Then he said seriously:
“You’re not simply the wife of a wealthy man, Margaret. You’re the controlling shareholder of this company.”
I whispered:
“Then it’s time Robert remembered that.”
