Chapter 20
As spring returned with vibrant wildflowers blooming across the Maine coastline, Victoria's foundation received federal recognition for its outstanding public service. Letters of gratitude poured in from all across the United States.
Victoria sat at her mahogany desk, reviewing the latest grant applications while sipping her morning coffee. The black leather suitcase rested on a shelf in her study—not as a symbol of exile, but as a permanent reminder of her liberation.
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The door to her office clicked open softly, and a trusted colleague stepped inside with a warm, encouraging smile. "Victoria, the national television interview is locked in for tomorrow morning. Are you ready?"
Victoria looked up, her dark eyes shining with unwavering confidence and poise. "I was born ready."
