Chapter 13 - The Price of Albert’s Name
The company wanted more than Albert’s endorsement.
It wanted control.
His story.
His image.
His workshops.
His credibility.
Albert closed the contract.
“No.”
The representative increased the offer.
Albert refused again.
“You could make your family wealthy.”
“My family is learning how to build its own wealth.”
The representative left.
Logan later asked whether rejecting that much money hurt.
“No.”
“Really?”
Albert smiled.
“Maybe a little.”
They laughed.
But the incident created a new lesson for the project.
Financial exploitation did not always arrive looking desperate.
Sometimes it wore an expensive suit.
Albert expanded the workshops.
Contracts.
Guarantees.
Family loans.
Financial boundaries.
Emergency planning.
The project flourished.
Meanwhile, Chelsea completed repayment of the last major debt she had hidden.
She brought the final statement to Albert.
“Zero.”
Albert inspected it theatrically.
“I’ve seen prettier numbers.”
Chelsea laughed.
It was the first time they had laughed together without tension.
That evening Logan and Chelsea invited Albert to their rental.
Dinner was simple.
Roast chicken.
Potatoes.
Salad.
Nothing photographed for social media.
Nothing designed to impress.
Albert loved every bite.
Afterward Chelsea handed him something.
A key.
Albert stared.
“What’s this?”
“Our front-door key.”
He looked at her.
“You don’t need to use the back door anymore.”
Chelsea’s eyes filled.
Albert closed his fingers around the key.
For several seconds he could not speak.
Finally he said, “I already knew that.”
Chelsea smiled through tears.
“I needed you to know I knew it too.”
Albert placed the key in his pocket.
It was worth more than the SUV.
More than the old house.
More than any luxury Chelsea had once chased.
But another surprise awaited him at home.
A letter from Logan.
Handwritten.
Albert opened it.
The first line read:
May you like
Dad, there is something I have never apologized for.
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