Chapter 13 - Foundations of Stone
Back at the River Oaks estate, the evening sun cast a golden glow across the manicured gardens and the stone pathways.
Daniel was waiting in the study when I returned, reviewing the final year-end financial summaries for Sterling Crest Group.
"The audit for the European expansion is officially signed off, Madam President," Daniel said, handing me the leather-bound portfolio. "Net revenue has exceeded our highest projections by twenty-four percent."
I placed the portfolio on the mahogany desk, walking over to the large bay window that overlooked the courtyard. The house was quiet, secure, and filled with a warmth that came from genuine peace rather than forced pretense.
"Thank you, Daniel," I said softly, watching the twilight settle over the trees. "Make sure the executive team receives their holiday bonuses early this year. They've earned every bit of it."
"Will do, Madam President. Have a wonderful and relaxing weekend."
As Daniel departed and the heavy oak front door clicked shut, I poured a cup of herbal tea and walked out onto the private balcony. The night air was crisp and clear, carrying the distant hum of the city lights.
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I thought back to that stormy night months ago—standing on the porch with my luggage, staring at a locked door, and listening to the arrogant demands of a man who thought he owned my life. It felt like a lifetime ago, a distant drama performed by actors in a play I had long since exited.
I had built this empire with my own mind, my own grit, and my own unwavering vision. No one could ever lock me out of my own life again.
