Chapter 12 - What Each Man Wanted Me to Protect

The board meeting lasted nearly six hours.

I attended as a shareholder for the first time in my life.

My father wanted the merger rejected and Victor removed.

Victor wanted a renegotiated deal rather than collapse of the transaction.

Employee representatives wanted one thing neither man had centered enough:

jobs.

Donovan Medical Apparel was profitable.

It was also vulnerable.

The Nevada hospital contract required expansion. New equipment would cost millions. Labor expenses were rising. My father had delayed capital investment because he feared borrowing too heavily.

Victor had exploited real pressure by turning it into fake catastrophe.

That distinction mattered.

“If we reject Northstar,” one employee representative asked, “how do we finance expansion?”

My father answered with a bank facility he had been negotiating.

The terms were harsh.

Victor smiled bitterly.

“Jackson would rather mortgage the company than admit a merger might make sense.”

“And you’d rather undersell it because Northstar pays you separately,” Dad shot back.

Laura stopped the exchange before it turned useless.

Then everyone looked at me.

That was the moment I understood what my mother had done.

She had not given me thirty-five percent so I could blindly rescue my father.

She had forced everyone to persuade someone outside their rivalry.

“I’m not voting for the merger as written,” I said.

Dad relaxed.

I continued.

“And I’m not voting to pretend the company can stay exactly as Dad wants forever.”

His relief disappeared.

I proposed three conditions before I would consider any strategic transaction:

a fully independent valuation, disclosure of every related-party agreement involving Victor or Northstar, and an employee-impact plan reviewed by outside counsel.

Victor called it excessive.

“Then you don’t need my vote.”

Dad objected to opening the company so widely to outsiders.

“Then you don’t have my vote either.”

The room went quiet for the right reason.

For the first time, nobody could use my fear, grief, marriage, or loyalty as a shortcut.

Afterward Dad followed me into the hallway.

“Your mother would’ve liked that.”

“You don’t get to use Mom to win me over.”

He stopped.

Then nodded.

“Fair.”

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Across the hall, Victor was already calling his attorney.

And Jasper, I later learned, had begun negotiating separately with prosecutors through his own lawyer.