“My god, Sarah. What happened?”
“My father,” I said simply. “But that’s not why I’m here. Trent, you know The Meridian System?”
He froze. “The efficiency protocol? The one you’ve been building in your spare time? The one that optimizes supply chains by 40%?”
“That’s the one. I never filed it through the company server. I built it on my personal drive.”
“It’s brilliant,” Trent said, leaning in. “If the partners knew about it…”
“They won’t,” I cut him off. “Not yet. But my parents… they sniff out money like sharks. If they know this exists, or if they think it belongs to the family estate, they will bleed it dry. I need to make sure my name is on it in a way they can’t touch. And I need to do it retroactively.”
Trent nodded slowly, understanding the gravity. “We can timestamp the original code blocks. File the intellectual property rights directly to you, dated from creation. It’ll bypass the company clause because you did it off-hours on personal hardware. I can witness the filing.”
