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scratching across the paper. Five thousand dollars. More money than I’d ever held at once.
“I’ll buy in,” I had said, my voice steadier than I felt.
Daniel had looked up, his eyes red-rimmed from exhaustion and tears. “What?”
“Five thousand. For equity. But I want a clause. Silent partner. No voting rights on the day-to-day operations. But non-dilutable continue reading …
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