Chapter 8 - The Woman Who Had Once Walked Away With a Secretary Badge Became the Woman Everyone in New York Came to Hear
Three years later, Amara chaired the Moretti Foundation.
Dante ran a legitimate investment firm.
The Coronet became an arts and education center.
Julian Reed taught piano.
Evelyn's music foundation flourished.
Daniel lived quietly nearby.
The family had changed.
One evening, a young woman approached Amara at a charity event.
“I heard your story.”
Amara smiled.
“I don't know which version.”
“The real one.”
She laughed.
“I don't know if anyone does.”
The girl looked nervous.
“How did you survive?”
Amara thought.
“I stopped trying to become what powerful people expected.”
The answer spread.
Her foundation expanded.
Women began contacting her.
People who had been ignored.
Dismissed.
Underestimated.
Amara helped them.
She understood them.
Because she had been one of them.
Dante watched proudly.
One night, he came home late.
Amara was sitting at the piano.
Playing Winter Glass.
He stood in the doorway.
She finished.
“How was work?”
“Fine.”
“You're smiling.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I remember the first time I heard you play.”
She smiled.
“I was wearing a delivery jacket.”
“You humiliated me.”
“You humiliated yourself.”
He laughed.
Then he noticed she was crying.
“What?”
She looked at him.
“I got a call from the hospital.”
“What happened?”
“I'm pregnant.”
Dante froze.
For once, the most feared man in Manhattan looked completely helpless.
“You're serious?”
She laughed.
“Yes.”
He sat.
Then stood.
Then sat again.
She laughed harder.
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Just be there.”
He took her hand.
“I can do that.”
She smiled.
May you like
“I know.”
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