“On paper, yes,” I answered her directly. “The company is valued at just over $1 billion, and I retain majority ownership.”
“That is so cool,” she said simply. “I always knew you were smart, but this is next level.”
Her straightforward admiration felt more genuine than our parents’ effusive praise. I found myself smiling at her—a real smile this time.
My father cleared his throat. “We should celebrate this momentous occasion. I have made reservations at La Meren for dinner. The four of us can catch up properly, and you can tell us all about your business plans.”
I noticed the swift change in his phrasing. What had started as my graduation celebration had instantly transformed into a business discussion once he learned of my success.
The restaurant he mentioned was one of the most expensive in Cambridge—the type of place he had never offered to take me before.
“Actually,” I said, “I already have plans this evening. My team has arranged a graduation party.”
“Surely you can reschedule with your employees,” my mother suggested, her tone making it clear she considered this the obvious solution. “Family comes first, after all.”
The irony of her statement was breathtaking.
“These people are not just my employees. They are the ones who have supported me every step of the way. They are the ones who were there when I needed help, guidance, or just someone to believe in me. So, no, I will not be rescheduling.”
My father’s expression hardened slightly, the familiar look of disapproval returning. “Harper, I think you are being unreasonable. We have come all this way to celebrate with you.”
“You came because Cassandra wanted to attend,” I corrected him. “Let’s not pretend otherwise.”
Cassandra looked up from her phone. “Actually, I was the one who convinced them to come after I saw the article about you in Business Insider last week. They had no idea.”
