My family had once tried to convince a courtroom that my success belonged to someone else.
The records had answered them.
The cameras had answered them.
The work itself had answered them.
And now, for the first time in my life, I no longer felt any need to keep answering.
I opened the office door and walked back into the company I had built.
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