“Still Jobless, Still Figuring It Out,” My Brother Toasted at a Rooftop Party — Minutes Later a Harassment Complaint Hit My Phone, and by Monday He Learned the Company He’d Been Mocking Belonged to Me

He laughed nervously and said,

“This feels serious.”

I met his eyes and replied,

“It is.”

When the complaint slid across the table, his confidence cracked just enough to reveal surprise, then irritation, then disbelief as realization dawned and he finally asked,

“You knew?”

I answered,

“I own the company.”

Silence followed, heavy and irreversible, and when he tried to frame it as betrayal, as family turning on family, I corrected him with the quiet certainty that comes from being done.

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