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“Of course,” I said. “He made us enough money to go ahead and purchase what we need to own the majority.” I arched a brow. “And some.”
“We’re talking billions?” said Dad.
His doubt hit hard.
These seconds of silence served their purpose for thoughts to settle and minds to comprehend what had looked impossible.
Dad slumped back into his chair.
Henry stared at me. “You mean you now own Cole Tea?”
“On paper, but it’s our money, right?”
“This is…” Dad pushed the contract away.
“A good thing.” My gaze rested on the frosted glass—a symbol of my father’s thoughts. “Cole Tea is still in the family.” This adrenaline threatened never to wear off.
“You did it,” Dad said, braving to believe.
“Henry?” I said.
His face lit up with a smile and he flung himself toward me, wrapping his arms around me in a hug.
CHAPTER 22
I FOUND HENRY in Dad’s office.
Instead of sitting on that lengthy sofa, or in either one of those leather chairs, he’d chosen the floor and leaned against the back wall.
“You’re missing Dad wearing a party hat,” I said.
“Now that I have to see.”
“What are you doing in here?”
“Admiring the view.”
“An interesting choice of perspective.”
“I believed it was over.” He gestured to Dad’s office chair. “I was devastated for him, but I had this sense of…”
“What?”
“Freedom.”
“We’re all been under a tremendous pressure,” I said. “We need a good meal and sleep—”
“I started fantasizing about owning a football team,” he said. “Spending my days touring the world, concentrating on our charities with the money we had left.”
“And you still can.”
He held my stare.
“Henry, we made it. We won.”
“No, Cameron, you won. You pulled this off. While the rest of us were floundering, you kept fighting. You can’t see it.”
“See what?”
