Chapter 5 - THE DEAL DAD SIGNED BEHIND MY BACK
The licensing agreement could have killed my acquisition.
That was the first thing Rachel told me.
Not because Dad legally owned my software.
He didn’t.
But because buyers hate uncertainty.
A nineteen-million-dollar acquisition could disappear if lawyers spent months arguing about whether someone else had conflicting rights.
I felt sick.
Dad had always told me quitting law school would ruin my future.
Now he might actually do it.
“What do we need?” I asked.
“Proof Ridgewell never received legitimate rights.”
“That’s easy.”
“Also proof your father knew he lacked authority.”
That was harder.
Then I remembered something.
Two years earlier, Dad had asked me to demonstrate my prototype for several attorneys at his firm.
Afterward, he emailed me.
INTERESTING LITTLE PROJECT. NOT SOMETHING OUR FIRM WOULD EVER RELY ON PROFESSIONALLY, BUT KEEP PLAYING WITH IT.
Rachel laughed when she read it.
“That helps.”
There were more.
Jason:
YOU REALLY THINK LAWYERS ARE GOING TO TRUST A DORM-ROOM ALGORITHM?
Dad:
FOCUS ON SCHOOL. SOFTWARE ISN’T A CAREER.
Mom:
YOUR FATHER THINKS THIS COMPUTER THING IS DISTRACTING YOU.
The same people now claiming they had helped invent the system had spent years documenting how little they believed in it.
By afternoon, the buyer’s legal team agreed the ownership evidence strongly favored me.
The acquisition stayed alive.
Dad’s law firm had a bigger problem.
Evelyn called personally.
“Your father had no authority to promise firm-wide licensing rights without approval.”
“That sounds like his issue.”
“It is becoming ours.”
“Why?”
“Because he used the agreement to justify a budget request.”
I frowned.
“What budget?”
Evelyn sent me a confidential summary I was legally permitted to review because it directly concerned my claimed technology.
Dad had requested $600,000 from the firm’s innovation fund.
Purpose:
Development and licensing of proprietary litigation technology through Ridgewell Legal Technologies.
I sat completely still.
“Did the firm pay it?”
“Most of it.”
“How much?”
“Five hundred twenty thousand dollars.”
My mouth went dry.
“Where did the money go?”
“That’s what we’re investigating.”
Thirty minutes later, Evelyn called again.
They had found the receiving account.
Ridgewell Legal Technologies.
Then the money split.
$180,000 to BriefForge.
$90,000 to Jason.
Another large payment went somewhere unexpected.
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The mortgage on my parents’ house.
Dad had used firm money connected to my stolen idea to rescue his own finances.
