Chapter 12 - The Dormant Project
Three months later, I began clearing out her personal archives.
Old blueprints.
Yellowed contracts.
And then, I found a navy-blue leather notebook.
It was wedged between tax files from ten years ago.
I turned the pages.
They weren't numbers.
They were sketches.
A complex designed for the vulnerable.
Barrier-free apartments, completely wheelchair accessible.
Safe workspaces for survivors of abuse.
She had harbored this dream for a long time.
But she never had the chance to realize it.
Because men like Tyler and Marcus had bled the company dry, forcing her into a constant battle just to keep Rose & Wren alive.
I traced her slanted handwriting on the page.
She had always thought of those left behind.
I pressed the intercom button.
"Emma, convene the board of directors."
"For what time?"
"Right now."
I closed the notebook.
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Tyler had stolen her time.
But he couldn't steal this legacy.
