Chapter 11
"I am a Sterling, Dad—we don't rest while our enemies still own stock in our future," Clara replied with a confident, razor-sharp smirk.
She stood up from the velvet sofa, walking gracefully toward the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the glowing lights of Manhattan.
The American flag mounted on a polished mahogany stand in the corner of the penthouse rustled softly in the gentle HVAC breeze.
"Logan thought he could break my spirit by trapping me in a gilded cage with his arrogant mother," Clara murmured, her reflection sharp in the glass.
"Instead, he just handed me the keys to his entire corporate kingdom on a silver platter."
"That's my girl," Arthur praised, walking up to stand beside her and wrapping a warm, protective arm around her shoulders.
"The formal board meeting is scheduled for nine o'clock tomorrow morning at our downtown headquarters."
"Every major investor and stakeholder will be present to witness the official restructuring of the company."
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Clara nodded slowly, her hand resting reassuringly over her growing belly as she visualized the monumental day ahead.
"I will be there, Dad, wearing my sapphire blue dress and carrying every ounce of authority this family commands."
