Chapter 9 - REBUILDING THE FOUNDATION
Three months later.
The summer sun streamed through the high stained-glass windows of my Greenwich estate. The air was warm, filled with the scent of freshly cut grass and blooming hydrangeas.
The house was no longer quiet or cold.
Laughter and conversation echoed through the grand hall. I had invited the entire domestic staff, along with my senior engineering team from Mercer Aerospace, for a summer afternoon gathering on the back lawn.
Maria stood near the kitchen, overseeing a massive catering spread. She wore an elegant blue dress—not a maid’s uniform. A month ago, I had officially retired her from domestic service, establishing a full pension and buying her a beautiful three-bedroom home five minutes away from the estate.
She had refused to leave completely, insisting on coming by twice a week “to make sure the house was properly cared for.”
I walked over to her on the patio, holding two glasses of chilled lemonade.
“You shouldn't be working on your day off, Maria,” I said with a smile, handing her a glass.
Maria smiled warmly, taking a sip. “Mr. Mercer, after eleven years, watching over this house isn't work. It’s my home too.”
“It always will be,” I said softly.
Elena walked over to us, holding a binder full of reports. She had been promoted to Assistant Director of Corporate Operations at Mercer Aerospace, working directly under my new executive team.
“Mr. Mercer,” Elena said, her face glowing with excitement. “The Department of Defense just signed the final extension for Project Aegis. The contract is locked in for the next ten years.”
“That’s wonderful news, Elena,” I said. “And please, both of you... call me Elijah.”
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Maria looked at me, her dark eyes shining with maternal warmth. “Your mother and father would be so proud of you, Elijah. You saved their legacy.”
“We saved it together, Maria,” I said, looking out over the green lawn where dozens of my employees were laughing, playing games, and celebrating. “We saved it together.”
