“If you come with me for ten minutes, you’ll understand.”
An hour later, I was standing in Richard’s office again.
This time, the lawyer, the accountant, and two other executives were there.
The same folder was on the desk.
My name was on it.
Richard pushed it toward me.
“Open it.”
On the first page, I saw words I did not understand at first.
Share Transfer Agreement.
I looked up.
“What is this?”
Richard leaned back in his chair.
“I’m retiring.”
I froze.
“And for the last two years, I’ve been watching who actually keeps this company running when I no longer have the strength I once did.”
He pointed at me.
“You.”
I said nothing.
“Yesterday, I told you that you would no longer work for me for a salary. That was true.”
He turned to the next page.
My name was listed among the company’s new partners.
Then I saw the number.
Twenty-five percent.
“Mr. Bennett…”
“Starting tomorrow, I’m no longer your boss,” he said. “If you accept the condition, you become a shareholder and one of the company’s executive directors.”
The tears came again.
But this time, for a completely different reason.
“Then why didn’t you just tell me yesterday?”
He laughed.
“I tried. You didn’t let me finish my sentence.”
I remembered the park.
“Starting tomorrow, you will no longer work for me for a salary.”
He had never said “for free.”
I had assumed that.
