The structure was transparent. NextTech Solutions acquired 100% of Redstone Manufacturing for $340 million, primarily in stock and $85 million in cash. Redstone’s current management remained with the company for 90 days, after which a reorganization took place based on an analysis of operational efficiency.
This clinical term, organizational restructuring, meant that my father and brother were evaluated by my team. Their positions, salaries, and entire professional lives would be assessed based on measurable results and performance reviews conducted by the people who reported directly to me.
The poetry of the play was impressive.
I opened my laptop and the Redstone employee handbook, to which I had had access for weeks but which I had not yet looked at thoroughly.
Richard Sullivan, Vice President of Operations, 31 years of service. Current salary: $185,000 plus performance bonus.
Brandon Sullivan, Senior Manager, Supply Chain Optimization. Tenure: 8 years. Salary: $94,000 plus bonus.
Both departments fell under the operations department, and both were located precisely where the efficiency problems were concentrated.
My phone rang. Sarah called instead of texting, which indicated that it was an urgent matter.
‘I know it’s Thanksgiving,’ he began.
I am still working. What is going on?
“Nothing has happened. On the contrary. CEO Redstone called me immediately. He was in a panic about the forecasts for the fourth quarter. He wants to meet with me tomorrow, Friday. He is willing to accept our final offer without the renegotiation he insisted on last week. We can finalize this on Wednesday if we act quickly.”
I stood up, walked to the window, and watched how the city below breathed me.
“Wednesday. In five days. What has changed?”
“Their largest customer in the automotive industry has just sent a message. They are considering alternative suppliers. The Redstone board of directors is concerned. They want to close the deal before more problems arise.”
Sarah paused for a moment.
Maya, this is exactly what we wanted. They are desperate enough to accept our terms, which means you get full control over the reorganization. There are no guarantees for the current management.
Complete control over the fate of my father, Brandon’s career, the company that they considered to be doing real business, while my work was dismissed as a technical support fantasy.
I pressed my forehead against the cool glass.
‘Schedule a meeting,’ I said. ‘Saturday morning. At our office. I want Robert and Patricia to be there. And Sarah, make sure we have complete personnel files for every director and senior manager. I want performance reviews, salary histories, everything, including the Sullivans, and especially the Sullivans.’
After we hung up the phone, I stood there for a while, with a glass of wine in my hand, watching the lights of Seattle become blurrier and sharper. Within 72 hours, I would be sitting across from CEO Redstone to sign the documents that would make me his boss.
My father was supposed to report to my company in five days, but he still hadn’t done so.
The temptation to call him now and break his complacency immediately was almost physical. But that would be impulsive, chaotic, and emotional. For fifteen years, I had built something that he could not trivialize, ignore, or dismiss with his condescending sermons about the business world.
I did it calmly and thoughtfully, and let him think exactly as he wanted.
Monday morning, when the press release came out, when CNBC reported that NextTech Solutions had acquired Redstone Manufacturing, when Bloomberg disclosed my net worth and Forbes updated its rankings, *then* he understood. Not when I told him so angrily. But when the whole world presented him with facts he could not deny.
I finished my wine and opened my laptop. I had to work. The empire didn’t run itself, and in many ways, I also had to process a family dinner.
It was a cold and clear Saturday morning, with the typical November rain of Seattle clattering against the windows of the meeting room at NextTech’s headquarters. I had deliberately chosen the top floor. The same floor where, twelve years ago, I had worked at night on code that would later become our flagship cloud infrastructure platform. The same floor where I had met our first investors and convinced venture capitalists that a 21-year-old Stanford dropout knew what she was doing.
This floor now houses a meeting room with 30 seats, and the walls are covered with screens displaying real-time data from the 43 business clients we serve worldwide.
Sitting opposite me, leaning forward, was Martin Hendricks, CEO of Redstone Manufacturing, who had been the company’s CEO for the past six years.
‘Mrs. Parker,’ he began, nervously leafing through the papers. ‘I want to thank you for visiting me during the holiday weekend.’
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