Chapter 15
Samuel pulled a small, sealed yellow envelope from his jacket pocket, laying it gently beside my tea cup.
“What is this?” I asked, looking at the vintage wax seal stamped onto the front of the paper.
“Your father gave this to me six months before he passed away,” Samuel revealed softly.
“He instructed me to give it to you only after Vance Logistics had achieved three consecutive profitable quarters under your leadership.”
My heart skipped a beat as I picked up the heavy envelope, recognizing my father’s precise, elegant handwriting on the front.
It was addressed simply: “To my daughter, Clara.”
I carefully broke the red wax seal, pulling out a single sheet of heavy parchment covered in dark blue ink lines.
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“My dearest Clara,” the letter began, my eyes drinking in his familiar words with deep emotion.
“If you are reading this, it means you have stepped into the light and taken control of the storm I left behind.”
