“Move Your Car, Emma,” Dad Ordered At The Family Business. My Brother Already Had His Keys Out. I Didn’t Even Look At Them—I Walked Straight To The Elevator. That’s When The Head Of Security Stepped In Front Of Them And Said, “That Spot Is Reserved For The Ceo. Ms. Morrison Acquired This Company Last Quarter.”
Dad Gave My Parking Spot To Brother—Security Told Him It’s Reserved For The CEO The Morrison and Sons building stood 12 stories tall in the heart of downtown, its glass facade catching the morning sun like a mirror that never blinked. From the sidewalk, it always looked untouchable—clean lines, crisp angles, a whole legacy encased…