Chapter 9 - The Boardroom One Last Time
A year after the courthouse incident, I returned to Whitmore Freight's headquarters.
The company was stronger than ever.
Revenue had increased.
Employee morale had improved.
The board had implemented new financial controls.
Naomi handed me a report.
“We recovered almost everything.”
“Good.”
“And there’s something else.”
She smiled.
“The company wants you to become chairwoman.”
I laughed.
“Me?”
“You control seventy-two percent of the voting shares.”
“I know.”
“But you spent years hiding from the responsibility.”
I looked around the boardroom.
Maybe she was right.
I had allowed Evan to lead because I wanted our marriage to succeed.
I had confused trust with surrender.
Never again.
“Okay,” I said.
Naomi smiled.
“I'll schedule the announcement.”
I looked at the city through the glass windows.
My father had built this company.
Evan had nearly destroyed it.
And somehow, I had become the person who saved it.
Not because I wanted power.
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Because I finally understood what power was supposed to be.
Responsibility.
