Signed Away: A Life Unbound
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sfer agreement for a company I' d spent five years building with
ays." His voice was gentle, the same way it had been for years, trying to hold me togethe
ted, a man who, two months ago, drugged me with potent sleeping pills so he could go out with his ex-girlfriend
with her. For five years, I had cared for him, run our tech company, the one we built together, while he s
y so he had a fortune to offer his college sweetheart. I had spent the last two months meticulously preparing for this. Every shar
ed. "Can't you handle it?" I pointed to the signature lines. "It's an asset transfer. It's all yours now. Just sign, and it's done."
my name. "No, it' s great news. I basically own the whole company now. We can buy that beach house you wanted. Yeah, the one in Malibu." He walked out t
icked shut
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