They Thought 64 Percent Was Enough to Sell the Company Until an Unexpected Stakeholder Appeared

working two jobs. Maintenance men with kids in college. Chefs whose hands carried burn scars like tattoos of labor. People who had built their lives around the assumption that this company was real, that what they gave mattered, that someone with authority cared whether they survived.

My family thought this was a poker game.

I knew it was a village.

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