"Dad," Logan said again, this time his voice laced with alarm. "You didn't even discuss this with me."
Jared shrugged. "Didn't have to. I'm the majority shareholder and chairman."
Jean finally found her voice. "I… I don't understand. Why would you…"
Jared smiled kindly. "Because you've taken our son's name. You've stepped into this circus without flinching. And frankly, I've watched you long enough to know you're not just a name on paper."
He leaned back, satisfied. "You're sharp. You're resilient. You've got that fire in you this family needs. Consider this not just a gesture… but a responsibility."
Jean stared at him in disbelief.
Logan looked between them, his jaw tight. "Dad, this is going to raise flags. Questions. Especially from the board."
"Let them ask," Jared said coolly. "They'll know soon enough why she deserves it."
Jean's throat felt tight. 30%. That wasn't a symbolic amount.
That was power. That was pressure. That was... real.
