Chapter 11 - THE PROMISE OF TOMORROW
Ten years later, I stood in the same lobby of Graves Tower, the morning sun reflecting off the black marble. I wasn't wearing a faded dress and a patched backpack anymore. I wore a tailored midnight-blue suit, holding a leather briefcase.
The receptionist—a new one, handpicked by me—smiled warmly. "Good morning, Ms. Graves. The Board is ready for you."
I took the private elevator to the top floor. Inside, my mother was reviewing legal documents, looking radiant and at peace. My father, silver hair now tinged with white, stood by the window overlooking the city he owned. He turned and smiled at me, a look of immense pride in his icy blue eyes.
"Ready to take over, Ruby?" he asked, handing me the Chairman's pen.
I looked at the pen, then at the city below. We had crawled out of poverty, survived betrayal, and crushed our enemies. We were a family forged in fire, and nothing could ever break us again.
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"I've been ready since I was eight years old," I smiled.
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