“Now it's lumber, stone, and square footage.”
He nodded.
“What will you do with the proceeds?”
“I don't know yet.”
For once—
I let money sit without turning it into somebody else's rescue.
CHAPTER 7 — I SOLD THE COMPANY MY SON EXPECTED TO INHERIT, BUT I DIDN’T SELL IT TO A STRANGER
A year after the assault, Cedarline had its best quarter in three years.
That annoyed me.
I had spent decades believing my personal supervision was essential.
Then scandal forced me to delegate.
The company improved.
Humbling.
Ana became chief administrative officer.
A project executive named Caleb Monroe took over operations.
My controller, Priya Shah, became CFO.
People I had spent years calling “promising” turned out to be fully capable adults once I stopped hovering.
One afternoon Daniel asked:
“What happens to Cedarline when you die?”
I stared.
“Martin asked me that once.”
“Yes.”
“Worked out badly for him.”
