The building was tall enough to impress people who needed the world to stare at them. Amara walked into it without blinking.
People whispered when she passed. Some even took photographs of her.
Her heels clicked against imported marble. Each step she took was steady, elegant, and controlled. The receptionist stood immediately as she walked in.
"Good morning, Mrs. Alden. The legal team is expecting you."
Mrs. Alden.
The name still felt borrowed. It felt strange. She didn't want to get used to it. She never wants to.
"Thank you," she replied with a polite nod, and took the private elevator up.
She didn't bother wondering how Travis had arranged all of this so quickly. He had called her earlier today, asking her to visit her lawyer today, as he had transferred all legal ownership to her.
Her lawyer stood when she entered his office.
"Mrs. Alden," he greeted warmly.
She sat across from him, and dropped her fingers laced loosely in her lap.
