My Son Suspended Me In Front Of The Entire Company…

Natalie appeared behind him. “This is ridiculous.

You can’t just change the rules because you were upset. I told you the truth yesterday.”

“I’m not changing the rules, Natalie. I’m enforcing them.

And the truth is you have been diverting corporate funds to personal accounts, hiring ghost employees, and violating company protocol.”

Marcus stepped forward with a folder. “Mr. Solis, Mrs.

Solis, here is the complete documentation of all irregularities committed in the last 4 months. Embezzlement, misappropriation, violation of client contracts, and conspiracy to remove the majority partner without legal cause.”

Daniel turned pale. “This is absurd.

There’s no conspiracy.”

Marcus pulled out some papers. “Then what exactly are these emails between you and your wife discussing how to force your mother’s retirement using non-existent clauses?”

Fiction. Daniel’s face went from pale to ashen.

Natalie tried to grab the documents. “Let me see that. Give me those papers now.”

Javier, the head of security, stepped between them.

“Ma’am, please maintain your distance.”

Natalie looked at him like she was about to slap him. “Who the hell are you to tell me what to do?”

“I am responsible for maintaining order during this transition, and you are not an employee of this company. So I am going to ask you to leave the premises.”

Natalie let out a hysterical laugh.

“Leave the premises? Daniel, are you going to let them treat your wife like this? Tell them to stop now.”

Daniel was staring at the documents in Marcus’ hands, reading his own printed emails.

“Mom, I can explain.”

“Silence.”

My voice came out so cold, even I was surprised. “I don’t want your explanations, Daniel. I had months to hear them, and they never came.

Now it’s time for you to listen. At 8:30, there is a meeting with all employees. You will both be present, and you will listen to exactly what kind of partners you have been.”

The conference room was filled with murmurs when all the employees entered.

42 people took their seats, looking at each other in confusion. We had never called an emergency meeting this early. I had never seen that expression on their faces, that mix of curiosity and nervousness.

Javier and his two security colleagues positioned themselves discreetly in the corners of the room. Daniel and Natalie entered last, sitting as far away from me as possible. She maintained that mask of disdain, but her hands were trembling slightly.

He wouldn’t look up from the floor. I stood up in front of everyone. The silence became absolute.

“Good morning, everyone. I know this meeting is unusual, but there are urgent matters that must be addressed transparently. For the past few months, changes have been happening in this company without the knowledge or approval of the leadership.

Today, we are going to clarify exactly who has authority here and under what terms this company operates.”

I looked directly at Daniel. “Five years ago, when my husband David passed away, I made the decision to keep this company running against all odds. I worked day and night to honor his memory and protect the jobs of every person in this room.

Three years ago, I decided to share ownership with my son Daniel, granting him 25% of the shares and making him a partner. I believed I was securing the future of our family and this firm. What I did not anticipate was that this generosity would be turned into a tool to undermine my authority.”

Daniel shifted uncomfortably in his chair.

Several employees exchanged glances. Marcus stood up and connected his laptop to the projector. Bank statements appeared on the screen.

“In the last 4 months, $53,000 have been transferred from corporate accounts to a company called Total Image Consulting. This company is registered in the name of Natalie Duron Solis.”

The murmurs grew. Natalie shot to her feet abruptly.

“Those are legitimate payments for consulting services I provided to the company.”

Marcus changed the slide. “Consulting services that were never approved by the board, that have no formal contracts, and that according to investigation belong to a company that only exists on paper. It has no office, no other clients, no employees.

It is a shell company created to divert funds.”

Natalie turned red. “This is slander. You can be sued for this.”

“You can try, Natalie, but I have bank documentation, tax filings, and money transfers traced by forensic accountants.”

Daniel finally spoke.

His voice was weak. “Mom, we can resolve this privately. You don’t need to expose us in front of everyone.”

Marcus switched to another slide showing the emails.

“Privately like how you planned my forced retirement, Daniel? Privately like how you called me the old woman in these messages? Privately like how you conspired to take everything my father and I built?”

The room went ice cold.

Everyone’s eyes darted from the screen to Daniel. One of the senior architects, Manuel, stood up. “Mrs.

Solis, I am very sorry for what has been happening. Many of us noticed the changes, but we didn’t know how to help without risking our jobs.”

“I appreciate your honesty, Manuel, and I want everyone to know that no one here will be punished for following orders they believed were legitimate. But I need you to understand the full truth.”

Marcus showed another series of documents.

“Three employees were hired in the last two months without approval from HR or leadership. All have last names related to Mrs. Solis.

All receive salaries above the market average, and according to interviews with other departments, none perform substantial work.”

A young woman in the third row raised her hand timidly. “I’m one of those hires. Natalie contacted me saying Mrs.

Solis approved my position. I didn’t know it was a lie.”

“I appreciate your honesty. No one blames you for accepting a job you were offered, but this illustrates the pattern of decisions made without transparency or authorization.”

Leo, our accountant, stood up.

“If I may, Mrs. Solis, I’d like to add something. The liability insurance that protected us with $5 million in coverage was canceled 2 months ago and replaced with one for $800,000.

This leaves us extremely vulnerable to any lawsuit. I objected to this decision in an email that was ignored.”

Daniel stood up nervously. “That was to reduce operational costs.

The annual premium was too high.”

“Reducing costs by risking the entire company over a lawsuit that could destroy us?”

Marcus interjected. “According to the corporate bylaws, any change in insurance or legal coverage requires the majority partner’s approval. That approval was never requested or obtained.

This constitutes another serious violation.”

Natalie couldn’t stay silent any longer. “This is all a witch hunt because Eleanor can’t accept that she’s old and obsolete. This company needed urgent changes, and we made them.

If she didn’t approve them, it’s because she’s stuck in the past and doesn’t understand the current market.”

I crossed my arms and looked directly at her. “The current market you understand is the same one that nearly cost us a $20 million client yesterday when you presented a plagiarized design.”

The silence cut like a knife. Several employees gasped.

Manuel spoke again. “Natalie, is that true? You presented a copied design?”

She stammered.

“It was inspiration. All architects draw inspiration from previous work.”

“There is a difference between inspiration and plagiarism, Natalie. And any professional with ethics knows it.

Mr. Vargas left yesterday because he recognized your design violated copyright. You exposed us to millions in lawsuits and destroyed our credibility.”

Daniel tried to defend her.

“It was an error in judgment. We all make mistakes.”

“An error in judgment is choosing the wrong color. Plagiarizing is incompetence or dishonesty.

And in either case, it is unacceptable at this company.”

Marcus showed the next slide. “Emails where Natalie and Daniel discussed modifying existing client contracts without informing Eleanor. There is also evidence of meetings with suppliers where kickbacks were promised.”

“That is completely false,” Natalie shouted.

Marcus pulled out more papers. “I have signed declarations from two suppliers who confirmed the requests. Both declined to participate and documented the conversations to protect themselves legally.

Natalie, you’re finished.”

Sophia stood up from her seat. “Mrs. Solis, there’s something else the team should know.

For the last few weeks, Natalie repeatedly instructed me to lie to clients about your availability and about the status of projects. She asked me to say you were sick or traveling when you were actually in the office.”

Two more employees raised their hands, confirming similar experiences. The weight of the evidence was crushing.

Daniel finally broke. “All right. All right.

We made mistakes. But Mom, I’m your son. We can fix this.

You don’t need to destroy me publicly.”

“I’m not destroying you, Daniel. I am showing you the consequences of your actions. For months, you allowed your wife to humiliate me, marginalize me, and plan to rob me.

You never defended me. You never questioned her decisions. You became an accomplice to all of it.

And yesterday, when she insulted your father’s memory, you barely muttered an objection.”

Tears began to roll down Daniel’s cheeks. “I’m so sorry for all of this. Really, I was confused.

Natalie convinced me we were doing the right thing. She convinced me you needed to retire. I realized my mistake too late.”

Marcus closed his laptop.

“Mr. Solis, according to the bylaws of the trust established by your father, any partner acting against the interests of the company can be removed from executive functions, effective immediately. You retain your 25% of shares as a passive partner, but you lose all management authority, signing power, and representation.

Your access to systems, accounts, and corporate decisions is revoked.”

Daniel slumped in his chair. Natalie exploded. “You can’t do this.

This is illegal. I’m going to sue all of you.”

Javier stepped forward. “Ma’am, I am asking you again to leave the premises.

You are not an employee of this company, and your presence is no longer welcome. If you do not leave voluntarily, we will escort you out.”

Natalie looked at me with a hatred so pure it could have burned me. “You are a bitter, petty old woman.

You ruined your own son out of pride. He was giving you everything, and this is how you repay him.”

“No, Natalie,” I replied with icy calm. “I gave him everything.

I gave him life, education, opportunities, and part of my company. He chose to betray me. Now he faces the consequences of his choices.”

Natalie grabbed her purse and walked to the door.

Before leaving, she turned. “This isn’t over, Eleanor. I’m going to destroy you legally and publicly.”

Javier escorted her out of the building as she screamed threats.

The door closed, and silence returned. I looked at the 40 remaining employees. “I know this has been difficult to witness, but you needed to know the truth.

This company was built on honesty, hard work, and respect. Those values are non-negotiable. As of today, I am resuming full control of operations.

There will be changes, but they will all be transparent and consultative.”

Manuel started to applaud. Slowly, others joined in. In seconds, the whole room was on their feet clapping.

Some had tears in their eyes. Sophia hugged me. “Thank you for fighting, Mrs.

Solis. Thank you for not giving up.”

Daniel was still sitting, shattered, staring at his hands. I approached him.

“Daniel, you are still my son, but you need to understand that actions have consequences. If you ever want to rebuild this trust, you will have to earn it.”

He nodded without looking at me and shuffled out of the room. I watched him go.

My heart split in two, but my decision was firm. Sometimes the hardest love is letting people face what they have sown. The following days were a controlled storm.

Marcus began legal proceedings against Natalie for embezzlement and misappropriation. She hired a lawyer who tried to intimidate us with threats of counter suits. But when he saw the mountain of evidence we had, he knew he had no case.

We offered her a deal: return the $53,000 plus interest, sign a non-compete agreement, and disappear completely from our lives. In exchange, we would not press criminal charges. She accepted in less than 48 hours.

The wire transfer arrived on Friday morning. Daniel stopped showing up at the office. The first few days, I expected to see him arrive, maybe with a sincere apology, maybe with the intent to fix things.

He didn’t come. I learned from Sophia that he was staying in a hotel. Natalie had gone back to her family in another city, and he was alone processing everything.

Part of me wanted to call him, to hug him, to tell him everything would be okay. But the wiser part knew he needed to feel the full weight of his decisions. Forgiveness would come when there was true repentance, not before.

I focused on rebuilding the company from within. The first order of business was to meet individually with every employee. I wanted to hear their concerns, their ideas, their experiences during the months of chaos.

Manuel confessed he almost quit three times because Natalie constantly criticized him in front of others. Elisa, a young designer, told me Daniel had stolen credit for one of her projects, presenting it as his own to a client. Leo showed me a list of suspicious expenses he had been documenting in secret, waiting for the moment to show me.

Every conversation broke my heart, but it also strengthened my resolve. My people had been suffering in silence, waiting for me to react. I fired the three ghost employees Natalie had hired.

I explained the situation honestly and gave them a generous severance, even though they didn’t legally deserve it. It wasn’t their fault they were pawns in someone else’s game. I hired a new HR team, people with experience in corporate ethics.

I restored the full coverage liability insurance. I renegotiated contracts with the old suppliers who had been replaced without reason. Every day, I fixed something Daniel and Natalie had broken.

It was exhausting, but deeply satisfying. I was taking back my company. Step by step, news of what happened filtered through the city’s architecture circles.

Some colleagues called to express support. Others, the gossips, called looking for juicy details. I remained discreet.

This was a family and business matter, not public entertainment. However, Mrs. Martinez, our restaurant chain client, invited me to lunch.

“Eleanor, I heard rumors about trouble at your firm. I want you to know my loyalty is with you. If you need references or if there’s anything I can do to help, just ask.”

Her support moved me to tears.

Two weeks after the confrontation, I received an unexpected call. It was Mr. Vargas, the client we had lost because of Natalie’s plagiarism.

“Mrs. Solis, I’d like to meet with you if possible. I’ve done more research on your company and on your personal track record.

I believe I judged too quickly.”

My heart leaped. We met in my office the next day. He arrived with a portfolio under his arm.

“Eleanor, may I call you that? I’ve spoken with several of your past clients. They all told me the same thing.

You are the most principled and talented architect they have ever worked with. What I witnessed that day did not represent you. It represented someone else’s mistake.”

“Thank you for taking the time to investigate.

The incident with Natalie was unfortunate, and she is no longer part of our firm.”

He nodded. “I know. That’s why I’m here.

I want to resume discussions about my project, but this time I want to work directly with you. No intermediaries, no creative directors, with you.”

I felt a wave of relief and excitement. “It would be an honor.”

For the next 2 hours, we discussed his vision, a sustainable focused office complex.

Modern design, but respectful of the environment. Exactly the kind of project I was passionate about. When he left, he had signed a contract for $22 million.

The largest project the company had landed in 3 years. That night, alone in my office, I looked at the signed contract and cried. Not from sadness, but from liberation.

I had fought. I had bled emotionally, but I had won. I hadn’t just reclaimed my company.

I had reclaimed my purpose. Sophia knocked gently on the door. “Mrs.

Solis, you have a visitor. It’s Daniel.”

My heart stopped. “Send him in.”

My son walked into the office that was once his, now restored as my workspace.

He was wearing jeans and a simple t-shirt, not the arrogant suit he wore when Natalie was by his side. He had deep circles under his eyes and had lost weight. He looked destroyed.

“Hi, Mom,” he said, his voice cracking. “Hello, Daniel. Please sit down.”

He sat in the chair opposite my desk, the place where clients used to sit.

The symbolism was not lost on either of us. “I don’t know where to start,” he said, looking at his hands. “Natalie left.

She took her things and went back to her family. Left me a message saying I’m a failure and a coward. I guess she’s right.”

“Daniel, I didn’t come here to hear about Natalie.

I came to hear about you.”

He looked up, his eyes red. “Mom, I ruined everything. I let a woman I met a year ago destroy 35 years of love between you and me.

I let her convince me that you were the problem when I was the problem. I was a coward. I was a terrible son.

I insulted Dad’s memory. I betrayed you, the company, everything you taught me. And the worst part is I saw it coming.

Somewhere deep down, I knew it was wrong. But it was just easier to go along with Natalie than to stand up to her. I’m pathetic.”

Tears were rolling freely down his face.

“Now, Daniel, I need you to understand something. I’m not angry because you made mistakes. Everyone makes mistakes.

I am hurt because for months I had to watch my son look at me with contempt, because I had to hear you call me old, because when your wife insulted your father, you didn’t defend him. That wasn’t a mistake. It was a choice.”

“I know, Mom.

I know. And I hate myself for it. I’ve spent two weeks sleepless, replaying every moment, every horrible decision I made.

I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t expect to get my job back. I just came to say I’m sorry.

I am more sorry than words can express, and that if you give me the chance, I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that I can be better.”

I got up and walked to the window. The city spread out before me, full of buildings I helped create. “Daniel, part of me wants to hug you and say it’s all forgiven.

That’s the mother in me. But the businesswoman, the woman who fought to build this, that part needs more than words.”

“I understand. Tell me what I need to do.”

I turned to face him.

“I need you to work. Not here. Not yet.

I need you to go out and find a job where no one knows who you are. Where you have to earn respect from scratch. Where you learn what it means to build something with your own hands without the Solis name opening doors for you.”

He nodded slowly.

“How long?”

“As long as it takes. 6 months, a year, 2 years. When you have proven to yourself more than to me that you understand the value of honest work, then we’ll talk about your return.

But not as an executive partner, as a junior employee learning from the ground up.”

Daniel stood up. “I’ll do it, Mom. I’ll do whatever you ask.”

I walked over to him and finally did what my heart had been screaming to do since he walked in.

I hugged him. He collapsed in my arms, sobbing like he did when he was a child. “I’m so sorry, Mom.

I’m so sorry.”

“I know, my love. I know.”

We stood like that for several minutes. Mother and son, broken, but maybe, just maybe, starting to heal.

When he finally pulled away, he wiped his tears. “I’m going to make you proud again. I promise.”

“Don’t make me promises, Daniel.

Just show me with actions.”

He nodded and walked out of my office. I watched him go and felt something I hadn’t felt in weeks. Hope.

Not the naive hope that everything would go back to the way it was. That was impossible. But the hope that maybe, with time and work, we could build something new and better on the ruins of what was lost.

The next few months were about deep reconstruction. I hired Estella, a brilliant architect of 48 years who had worked at international firms, as the new design director. She was exactly what the company needed: talent, experience, and above all, integrity.

We promoted Manuel to senior project manager. He had shown loyalty when it mattered most. Sophia officially became my right hand, with the title of executive assistant and a salary that reflected her true value.

Leo took on the role of chief financial officer. Every person was in their place because of merit, not name or manipulation. The Mr.

Vargas project kicked off strong. We formed a dedicated team that worked directly with me. The meetings were productive, creative, and filled with the energy that had been missing during the dark months.

Estella proposed sustainable innovations that cut costs and improved efficiency. Manuel coordinated the contractors with military precision. In three months, we had the final blueprints approved and had broken ground.

Mr. Vargas was so impressed that he recommended us to two of his colleagues. Suddenly, we had more work than we could handle.

All projects coming in through reputation and quality, not family connections. One afternoon, while reviewing renderings on my computer, Sophia entered with a strange expression. “Mrs.

Solis, there’s someone here to see you. He doesn’t have an appointment, but he says it’s important. It’s about Daniel.”

My stomach tightened.

“Send him in.”

I expected a lawyer. Maybe a creditor. Instead, an older man in his 70s walked in dressed in work overalls, his hands calloused.

“Good morning, Mrs. Solis. My name is Ivan Hernandez.

I own a carpentry workshop on the south side of the city. Your son, Daniel, has been working with me for the last two months.”

I stood up, surprised. “Daniel is working in a wood shop?”

Mr.

Hernandez nodded with a smile. “He showed up 8 weeks ago looking for a job. I didn’t know who he was, just that he needed work.

I told him I didn’t have money to hire help, but if he wanted to learn the trade, he could work in exchange for food and a small stipend. He accepted without hesitation. Ma’am, your son arrives at 6:00 in the morning every day.

He stays until 7 at night. He does the hardest work, the work no one else wants to do. He sands wood until his hands bleed.

He hauls heavy materials without complaining. He’s never late. He never asks for special favors.”

I sat down slowly, processing the information.

“Why are you telling me this, Mr. Hernandez?”

He scratched his head. “Because yesterday I found out by chance who he really is.

A client mentioned Solis Architecture and Daniel reacted. Then he told me the whole story. He told me what he did, how he betrayed you, how he lost everything.

And he told me you gave him a chance to redeem himself by working honestly. Mrs. Solis, I’ve employed many men in my life.

I’ve seen it all. And I’m telling you with all honesty, your son is changing. He’s learning what it means to earn his bread.

I saw tears in his eyes when he finished his story. He didn’t ask me to come here, but I felt you should know.”

Tears began to roll down my cheeks. “Thank you, Mr.

Hernandez. You don’t know how much this means to me.”

He stood to leave. “Your son is a good man, ma’am.

He made big mistakes, but he’s paying for them. Not many men have the courage to start from the bottom after being at the top. That says a lot about his character, or at least the character he’s building.”

When Mr.

Hernandez left, I stayed in my office crying. Tears of relief, of pride, of pain, of hope. My son was truly trying to change.

Not with words, but with actions. Exactly what I had asked for. That night, I drove to Mr.

Hernandez’s workshop. It was in a humble neighborhood, surrounded by small businesses and modest houses. I parked half a block away and waited.

At 7:10, Daniel came out of the shop. He was wearing dirty work clothes. His hair was disheveled, his hands bandaged.

He walked tiredly, but there was something different in his posture. It wasn’t the arrogance he had developed with Natalie. It was humility.

He got on a public bus. My son, who used to drive a BMW, was now taking the bus. I started the car and followed him at a distance until he got off in front of a cheap apartment building.

He lived there now. Not in the luxury hotel or our family home. In a small apartment that probably cost $300 a month.

I didn’t announce myself. I didn’t go up to see him. I just needed to know it was real, that it wasn’t an act to impress me.

I drove home with my heart lighter than it had been in months. The following months passed quickly. The company flourished.

We won two sustainable architecture awards for the Vargas project. We were interviewed in trade magazines. I hired 10 new employees, all carefully selected for their talent and values.

The company culture changed completely. There was no more gossip or office politics, just hard work, mutual respect, and a passion for creating. This was what David and I had originally dreamed of before grief and fear clouded my judgment.

One morning in April, six months after that encounter with Daniel, I received a letter. It was handwritten on simple paper. Dear Mom, I know you asked me not to make promises, but to show you with actions.

That’s why I haven’t tried to contact you these months. But I need you to know a few things. I work with Mr.

Hernandez learning carpentry. It’s the hardest work I’ve ever done. Every night I collapse into bed, my body aching.

But it’s also the most honest work I’ve ever done. When I finish a table or a chair, I know I made it with my hands. No one gave me anything.

No one opened doors for me because of my name. I’ve learned that sweat has dignity. I’ve learned that the exhaustion from honest work is different from the exhaustion of living a lie.

I live in a small apartment. I eat simple food. I have no luxuries.

And for the first time in years, I can look at myself in the mirror without feeling ashamed. I’ve also been going to therapy. I needed to understand how I allowed Natalie to manipulate me so easily.

My therapist helped me see that I was afraid. Afraid of not being as good as Dad. Afraid that you would see me as a failure.

So, when Natalie showed up telling me I was brilliant and capable, I clung to that validation. I let it blind me. But fear is no excuse for betrayal.

I understand that now. Mom, I’m not asking you to forgive me yet. I’m not asking for my place back in the company.

I’m just asking you to know that every day I am working to be the man Dad would have wanted me to be. The man you raised before I forgot him. I love you, and I will always love you, even if you can never forgive me.

Your son, Daniel. I folded the letter carefully and put it in the drawer where I kept the photograph of David and me. That night, I took out a pen and paper.

Dear Daniel, I received your letter, and it moved me deeply. I want you to know that I have been following your progress. Mr.

Hernandez came to see me. He told me about your work and your dedication. I am proud of you.

Forgiveness is not something given in a moment. It is a process. And that process began the day you had the courage to face me and admit your mistakes.

It continued when you chose to work honestly instead of looking for shortcuts. And it grows every day that you show with actions who you really are. I am not ready for you to return to the company yet, but I am also not going to ask you to wait forever in penance.

When the time is right, we will both know. In the meantime, continue on your path. Learn, grow, become the man I know you can be, and know that your mother loves you, has always loved you, and will always love you.

Only now, that love comes with boundaries and consequences, because that is how real love works. With all my heart, Mom. I sent the letter the next day.

I didn’t expect a reply, and none came, but I knew he received it and I knew he understood. Time moved on. Spring turned into summer.

The Vargas project was completed 2 weeks ahead of schedule and 5% under budget. The inauguration was spectacular. The mayor attended.

The media covered the event. And when I was asked to say a few words, I spoke about resilience, about rebuilding after storms, about never giving up in the face of adversity. I didn’t mention Daniel or Natalie.

That part of the story was private, but everyone in that room who knew the truth understood every word. Autumn arrived, bringing cool air and golden leaves. The company was at its peak.

We had eight active projects, a waiting list of potential clients, and a team that ran like a well-oiled machine. Estella had developed a mentorship program for young architects that was attracting exceptional talent. Manuel implemented management systems that improved our efficiency by 40%.

Financially, we were generating double the revenue of a year ago, with healthy profit margins and zero debt. I had managed not only to recover what was lost, but to surpass it completely. One afternoon in October, Mr.

Hernandez appeared in my office again. This time, he was carrying something wrapped in cloth. “Mrs.

Solis, your son asked me to bring this to you. He wanted to deliver it personally, but he still doesn’t feel worthy of stepping foot in this building.”

I unwrapped the package, and my breath caught. It was a perfect hand-carved wooden replica of the building David and I designed together, our first major project.

Every detail was captured with obsessive precision. The windows, the columns, even the small decorative moldings. It must have taken hundreds of hours of meticulous work.

At the base was a bronze plaque with an inscription. For Mom. Built with my hands, inspired by your heart, guided by Dad’s memory.

May I one day create something real as beautiful as this. Daniel. I clutched the sculpture to my chest as tears fell freely.

Mr. Hernandez smiled. “He worked on that for 3 months.

Every night after his shift, he’d stay two extra hours carving. He refused help. Said he had to do it alone.

Ma’am, that boy has found something he didn’t have before. Real purpose. He’s not trying to impress anyone anymore.

He’s trying to become someone worthwhile.”

“Thank you, Mr. Hernandez, for everything you’ve done for my son.”

He shook his head. “I didn’t do anything, ma’am.

I just gave him a chance to work. He did all the rest himself. And let me tell you something else.

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