After Launching My AI Startup, My Father Demanded I Hand Over a Core Module to His Son — He Didn't Know I Was Recording
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🚀 **My Father Demanded I Hand Over My AI’s Core Module to My Half-Brother After Calling It ‘Risky’ — He Didn’t Know I Was Recording Every Word.**
I just launched the AI I’d spent a year coding day and night. The next morning, my father demanded I give away one-third of its intellectual property to my half-brother.
He and my half-brother had ghosted me for nine months, calling my project “too risky” and “a waste of resources.” Now, they demanded a piece of its success.
When I refused to sign over the crucial module, my father publicly humiliated me in front of our lead investors, accusing me of insubordination.
Instead of screaming, I discreetly activated the voice recorder on my smartwatch, exposing a calculated corporate plot years in the making.
The celebration for Phoenix AI’s launch had barely faded. My app, with its three revolutionary modules, was finally out, the culmination of a year coded day and night.
The next morning, my father, Arthur Beaumont, CEO of Beaumont Tech, called me into his opulent corner office. Owen, my half-brother, sat stiffly beside him.
“Maya,” Arthur began, his voice devoid of warmth. “Phoenix AI is… promising. A fine starting point for Owen’s future endeavors.”
My heart dropped. Owen, who’d ghosted me for nine months, calling my project “too risky,” “a waste of resources,” was now here to claim a piece?
“Future endeavors?” I asked, my voice tight. “This is *my* endeavor, Father.”
He waved a dismissive hand. “We need to formalize the arrangements. Owen has been instrumental in the ‘Sentient Learning Module.'”
Owen shifted, offering a weak smile. Instrumental? He’d never even looked at the code.
“Instrumental in what capacity?” I challenged, my knuckles white on the armrest. “He hasn’t contributed a single line of code, not a single idea.”
Arthur’s gaze sharpened, cutting through my defiance. “His name will appear on the patent application for the Sentient Learning Module, Maya. As co-owner. You will transfer one-third of its intellectual property to him. Effective immediately.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. Not just sharing credit, but ceding ownership of my core work? The Sentient Learning Module was the heart of Phoenix AI, its most groundbreaking feature.
“I won’t,” I stated, my voice shaking. “I worked for this, alone. It’s my invention.”
Arthur’s face flushed crimson. “Insubordination!” he thundered, then grabbed my arm, practically dragging me into the hushed investor lounge.
“This is a family project, not your personal vanity project, Maya!” he declared, his voice resonating with false paternal concern. Every lead investor, their faces grim, turned to watch me.
I felt their judgment, his public humiliation, burning hotter than any insult. As his scathing words echoed the depth of his premeditated betrayal, I lifted my wrist subtly.
Beneath the long sleeve of my blouse, I pressed the small button on my smartwatch. A tiny red light blinked once.
The recorder was on.
Part 2
The investor’s stares felt like a brand on my skin. Arthur finished his tirade, his face smug, convinced he’d broken me.
I walked out, my spine rigid, the recording still running on my wrist. I went straight back to my office, my hands shaking with a new kind of fury.
My initial shock had burned away, replaced by a cold, hard resolve. I wasn’t just angry; I was determined to fight.
I started digging, pulling up every document related to Phoenix AI’s intellectual property filings. My hands moved quickly, a blur of clicks and scrolls.
That’s when I found it. Hidden within a series of preliminary shell corporation filings, dated two weeks *before* our official launch.
Arthur had already submitted paperwork. It listed Owen as a co-inventor for the Sentient Learning Module, pre-empting any refusal I might make.
The betrayal was sickening. This wasn’t just opportunistic; it was a carefully calculated, premeditated theft.
This confirmed the depth of his premeditated betrayal and left me wondering what other deceptions he had already put in place.
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