Chapter Forty Two- The Higher the Pedestal

Amara’s POV

Three months later. 

I fiddled nervously with my recent manicure. Esmeralda insisted it would give me more respect but it had only become a nuisance since it dried yesterday. 

Everything felt out of place and everyone seemed to source me with a mutual sense of understanding- I did not belong here. Even if my maiden name was etched into the building towering over most in Boston, I was never meant to be at its helm. But with my father’s ‘disappearance’, I was the next of kin. This meant not only was I left to deal with the assets of his house, but also the business he left without a word. Until last week there had been a second-in-command. But since his death was announced in the paper, they were looking for someone to fill his rol