Then Leah stepped forward. As my attorney, she announced that she represented me in matters involving authorship, employment classification, and technical ownership connected to Harbor District. More importantly, she had evidence.

The records showed my involvement everywhere. Original designs, compliance reports, technical calculations, crisis planning documents, and project revisions all carried my name. Every hour I had worked in the shadows was suddenly visible.

My father insisted the claims were exaggerated. Preston claimed he supervised my work. Charlotte blamed family stress. Yet every document, email, and text message contradicted their version of events.

Within weeks, investors demanded answers, clients requested audits, and the Harbor District deal stalled. Soon afterward, my father lost control of the company he had spent years claiming was entirely his creation-