I was sixteen the year my dad died. At the family meeting my uncle announced the company my dad left would be managed by him, and the shares under my name were all frozen. He threw me out of the old house in front of the whole clan, saying my dad had left mountains of debt and I didn't deserve the Carter name. I stood in the rain with one suitcase and no umbrella. Ten years later I climbed from a construction-site laborer to running my own engineering firm, and won the old-city renovation project the Carter Group had dared not touch. On signing day my uncle blocked the lobby of my company with the whole board, trying to force me to hand the project over. I stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, slammed the torn-up share agreement from ten years ago on the table, and read out his asset-transfer records one by one. Watch free on Palmbox.
