And tomorrow, I would walk into my boardroom one last time, no longer in costume.
I sat very still.
The one stranger who had stopped for me in that store was the only blood Anna had left in the world.
And tomorrow, I would walk into my boardroom one last time, no longer in costume.
I walked into my own corporate headquarters in a tailored charcoal suit, silver hair combed back, cane traded for a steady stride.
The boardroom doors opened on Derek mid-sentence, pointing at a slide titled “Succession Proposal.”
I sat down at the head of the table.
I slid a folder across the polished wood.
Derek’s face drained white. “Sir, I… we weren’t expecting you.”
I slid a folder across the polished wood. “Security footage from the flagship store. The dictation system in my study caught your call last Thursday, every word. And the falsified write-ups against a night cleaner.” I opened the personnel file and read aloud. “Marisol, employed nineteen months, not one infraction until your signature started appearing on her record.”
