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“I built this company with my hands and my backbone,” he said, pausing for applause that came right on cue,
“and I owe everything to my sons, who will carry it forward.”
He took another sip, glanced briefly in my direction like I was a detail he’d almost forgotten to address, and added, his tone light, casual, dismissive,
Laughter rippled through the room, not sharp or malicious, just easy and unquestioning, the kind people offer when they assume the speaker knows best, when discomfort is easier to smooth over than confront, and I felt the words strike somewhere behind my ribs, not violently, but with finality, like a door closing that I hadn’t realized was still open.
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