When pancreatic cancer took him three years ago, I was devastated. We all were.

At the reading of his will, I discovered he’d left me seventy-five percent ownership of Harlo Technologies, then valued at $25,600,000. The remaining shares went to longtime employees who had helped build the company.

“Your grandfather believed in you more than anyone,” his lawyer, Frank Thompson, told me privately after the reading. “He said you had the head for business and the heart for people—the perfect combination.”

Taking over as CEO was intimidating, but I channeled my grief into honoring his legacy. I kept a low profile in my personal life. No flashy cars or luxury apartments that would broadcast my wealth. I lived comfortably but modestly in a downtown loft, drove a three-year-old Audi, and continued my grandfather’s tradition of anonymous philanthropy.

It was at one of these charity events—a gala for children’s literacy—where I met Jason.