Not long after they arrived, and the tall glass doors of Wright Enterprises swung open with a quiet hiss.
Abigail stepped inside without hesitation, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floors.
Jerry followed a step behind her, steady and silent.
The bright morning sun filtered through the wide windows, casting long shadows across the lobby.
At that moment Employees paused mid-conversation, some froze in place, others leaned in toward one another, whispering quickly behind hands.
There she was, the heiress.
The one everyone thought had fallen from grace, and with her—a man none of them recognized.
Abigail held her head high, refusing to shrink under the weight of their stares.
She thought of her mother—how she had built this company with her bare hands—and tightened her grip on her bag.
She wasn't here to defend herself.
She was here to lead.
When the elevator doors opened, Abigail and Jerry stepped in without a word.
