Chapter 13
By afternoon, Charlotte had returned to her office on the top floor of the Grand Vance Hotel.
The sun streamed through the massive windows, illuminating the framed US flag behind the desk.
Harrison, the hotel manager, entered the room holding a silver tray with hot tea and fresh pastries.
"Ms. Vance, the board of directors has unanimously confirmed your appointment as permanent CEO," Harrison reported happily.
"Stock prices have risen thirty percent since news of your victory broke this morning."
Charlotte smiled faintly, taking a cup of tea from the tray.
"Thank you, Harrison," she said gently. "You handled yourself well during the crisis."
"I was only doing my duty to the true owner of this establishment, Ma'am," Harrison replied, bowing respectfully before leaving.
Marcus walked into the office a moment later, holding a heavy manila folder under his arm.
"The federal marshals finished seizing Evelyn's properties in Miami and the Hamptons," Marcus said, placing the file on her desk.
"Everything has been returned to the primary family trust."
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Charlotte looked out over the Manhattan skyline, feeling a profound sense of peace settle over her heart.
The long, painful war to reclaim her identity and heritage was finally over.
