CHAPTER 7
Six months after that chaotic afternoon, the warm golden sun rose over the calm waters of Charleston Harbor, painting the sky in brilliant hues of orange and pink.
I stood on the private balcony of my restored waterfront office at Hale Global Shipping headquarters, holding a warm cup of black coffee in my right hand.
The heavy compression bandages were gone, replaced by neat, minimal surgical dressings covering the fading scars on the left side of my face and neck.
My left leg had healed remarkably well through intensive physical therapy, allowing me to walk tall and proud without the aid of a cane or support.
Below my balcony, massive container ships bearing the iconic blue-and-gold emblem of Hale Global Shipping glided smoothly through the deep shipping channels.
During my recovery, my executive board had unanimously voted to reappoint me as President and Chief Executive Officer, stripping away every illegal corporate change Victor had tried to enforce.
Victor’s grand plan to liquidate our fleet and siphon billions into offshore accounts had been completely dismantled within forty-eight hours of his arrest.
His sixty-million-dollar superyacht, the Vengeance, had been seized by the federal government and auctioned off, with every dollar of the proceeds directed into a fund for injured maritime workers.
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Special Agent Lin walked into my office carrying a thick leather folder containing the final legal dispositions from the Department of Justice.
"Good morning, Evelyn," Agent Lin smiled, setting the folder on my mahogany desk. "I thought you might want to review the final sentencing summaries before the press conference this afternoon."
