Överlåtande av verksamhet till annat företag

[olof26]

Hej,

Jag har i flera år bedrivit en internetverksamhet. För några år sedan flyttade jag i praktiken verksamheten från det ursprungliga bolaget till ett annat. Eftersom jag är ägare till båda bolagen fanns ingen risk för konflikt, och inga skriftliga avtal upprättades för detta ändamål. Nu funderar jag dock på om detta kan ha varit felaktigt. Kan det, från myndigheternas perspektiv, vara så att ett skriftligt avtal för detta överlåtande krävs? Att verksamheten skulle ha sålts och inte kunde överlåtas utan köpeskilling? Eller kan jag hävda att ett muntligt avtal fanns (mellan mig själv och mig själv dvs...)?

Väldigt tacksam för all hjälp i frågan.

[mykoo000]

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