I closed my eyes.
It wasn’t the.s. revenge that interested me.
It was the truth.
A few minutes after that, Ovidiu called me more than twenty times.
I didn’t answer.
He left dozens of messages.
“Please speak to me.”
“We can explain.”
“You have destroyed everything.”
It wasn’t until lunch that I sent him a single answer:
“I didn’t take the picture.”
On the same afternoon, I attended, by videoconference, the meeting of the Council.
I presented the documents on the shareholding structure and my voting rights.
No one in the room seemed surprised.
Several investors knew from the beginning that I had contributed decisively to the construction of the company.
It was just that they had accepted for years the convenient version, in which Ovidiu was the only visible founder.
At the end of the meeting, the President of the Council said calmly:
