“The market does not like instability, especially not from the majority shareholder’s family.”

My father had left me forty percent of Harlan Media.

Jared owned thirty percent, and the rest was held by public investors and board members.

Without my shares, Jared could never have total control of the company.

“I want to protect you from the stress of the market,” Jared said.

He reached across the space between us and took my hands in his.

“The board is pressure-testing our leadership right now.”

“What do they want?” I asked.

“They want stability,” he said.

“They want to know that the company is in safe, steady hands while you recover.”

He squeezed my fingers gently.

“I think we should transfer your shares into a private trust, Shelby.”

I felt a cold drop of sweat slide down my spine.

“A trust?” I repeated.

“Yes,” he said, his voice smooth and persuasive.

“A revocable trust managed solely by me.”

He leaned closer, his eyes locking onto mine.

“It will take the target off your back,” he said.

“The media won’t be able to write articles about your mental state affecting the company.”