My hair had grown into a healthy, elegant bob.
There was no trace of the woman who had once stood stunned in that executive restroom wondering how her life had fallen apart so quickly.
My phone buzzed.
It was Eleanor.
**The board approved the vote. Press release in ten minutes. Congratulations, Madam Chairwoman.**
I read the message twice.
Then I smiled.
I had officially become Chairwoman of Sterling Logistics.
That afternoon, I attended the opening of a new logistics hub downtown.
Reporters crowded around.
City officials waited beside the ribbon.
Cameras flashed.
As I stepped toward the podium, I noticed someone standing across the street.
Julian.
He looked different.
No private driver.
No executive entourage.
No custom-tailored confidence.
He had found work at a smaller shipping company after his reputation collapsed.
For a moment, our eyes met across the crowd.
