Chapter 38 - The Clean Slate
With Vance gone, I implemented a sweeping series of algorithmic audits across all of Mercer’s global branches. Dozens of mid-level executives who had been skimming off the top quietly resigned rather than face the scrutiny of my division.
The corporate culture shifted overnight. The whispers about my past—the abuse, the trial with Grant—were no longer spoken of with pity. They were spoken of with a wary, respectful awe. I was no longer the tragic wife who survived; I was the architect of ruin for anyone who lacked integrity. I had weaponized my trauma.
