Chapter 14
Three months later, the autumn sun shone brightly over the grand skyscrapers of Manhattan’s financial district.
I stood at the head of the mahogany conference table on the top floor of Vance Global Logistics headquarters on Wall Street.
The entire board of directors stood up, applauding enthusiastically as the quarterly financial results were projected onto the screen.
Under my direct leadership as Chief Executive Officer, the firm had achieved a thirty-percent increase in international freight revenue.
Julian had signed a full unconditional divorce surrender from his prison cell at Rikers Island, giving up every claim to my estate.
He was sentenced to eight years in a federal penitentiary after pleading guilty to grand larceny and corporate forgery.
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Chloe Vance had been fired from the firm, her professional reputation in the marketing industry permanently destroyed.
My life was filled with absolute clarity, independence, and the quiet pride of a woman who had reclaimed her own destiny.
