Chapter 26 - maisie discovered owning rosemmere did not mean owing rosemmere her life
At thirteen, Maisie announced:
“I’m not running Rosemere.”
We were eating pasta.
No warning.
I almost choked.
“Okay.”
She stared.
“That’s it?”
“What did you expect?”
“You to be sad.”
I was.
Deeply.
Apparently my face said so.
“You’re sad.”
“Little.”
“Why?”
Because I had spent ten years imagining her someday sitting in my office.
Because the trust existed for her.
Because I loved the idea of Rosemere staying Mercer-run forever.
There it was.
My own version of destiny.
“I pictured things.”
Maisie became tense.
“So I have to?”
“No.”
Immediate.
Important.
She relaxed slightly.
“What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“Excellent.”
“That’s not helpful.”
“You’re thirteen.”
“You’re supposed not to know.”
She hated that.
But I meant it.
The trust could own Rosemere without requiring Maisie to manage it.
Professional leadership could continue.
She could vote later.
Sell someday under legal rules.
Keep it.
Restructure it.
Her life did not have to become the building.
That night I reread the original trust.
I had protected an asset for a child.
Somewhere along the way, I had begun imagining I had protected a career for her too.
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I had not.
And I should not.
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