I found the transfer papers in Dad’s cabinet. They secretly gave my grandfather’s jewelry shop to my sister. I’d been working 80 hours a week for free—so I quit. One week later, Dad called in a panic: “Our biggest client is about to leave!” I answered calmly: “Let the heir handle it.” It was a Tuesday. I was digging for insurance forms in the back of Dad’s office cabinet—metal rails, manila folders, the old cologne he pretends isn’t cologne. That’s when I saw it. Transfer of Ownership. Harrison