Chapter 19
The morning sun broke over the Virginia countryside in a brilliant, breathtaking explosion of golden light and promise. Arthur stood on the front porch holding a steaming cup of freshly brewed artisan coffee, watching the American flag snap.
Martha joined him briefly, handing him his daily tablet schedule before returning to oversee the interior estate staff. "A magnificent morning, Mr. Vance; the global market futures are trending green across all sectors," Martha reported happily.
"Indeed they are, Martha; the foundation we built is stronger than ever before," Arthur agreed with quiet satisfaction. He looked down the winding driveway toward the main gates where his vintage sports car was parked and waiting.
The road ahead was wide, open, and illuminated by the bright, unyielding sunshine of a victorious new era. He took a slow sip of his coffee, feeling the absolute mastery of his destiny coursing through his veins.
May you like
The rain, the mud, the wheelchair, and the betrayal were all distant memories of a war he had decisively won. He stepped off the porch, walking toward his car with an effortless stride that proved his complete physical recovery.
He started the engine, pulling smoothly out of the driveway as the American flag waved proudly in their wake.
