Chapter 13 - Confronting The Traitors On Their Turf
Two days later, Adrian invited me to tour the newly acquired Harper Development headquarters in downtown Chicago.
As we stepped out of the private elevator onto the top-floor executive suite, the familiar layout brought back bitter memories.
This was the very office where Ethan had once laughed dismissively when I suggested returning to financial consulting work.
Now, my name was embossed in sleek silver lettering on the frosted glass double doors of the primary boardroom.
“Welcome back to the executive suite, Natalie,” Adrian said, holding the door open with a polite, welcoming gesture.
I stepped inside the sunlit room, running my fingers across the polished mahogany conference table where multi-million-dollar deals were made.
“It feels surreal to stand here after everything that happened,” I admitted, looking out at the panoramic view of Lake Michigan.
“You built the foundation of this entire financial district with your risk models years ago. You belong here,” Adrian stated firmly.
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My father was waiting quietly in the corner of the boardroom, looking frail and broken as he awaited our final judgment.
“Natalie…” my father began, his voice trembling as he stepped forward with a weathered leather diary in his hands.
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