Mag-log inThe morning after our conversation about Jessica, I expected Emma to be anxious. Scared. Maybe having second thoughts about Parsons.Instead, I found her in the kitchen making breakfast, looking more determined than I'd ever seen her."Morning, Mom." She poured me coffee without being asked. "I've been thinking about what we talked about last night.""And?""And I want to be clear about something. I'm not a kid anymore. I know we're not completely safe. I've known for a while." She sat across from me at the table. "But I refuse to let fear control my life. If this Jessica person thinks she can manipulate me, she doesn't know me at all."The strength in her voice was startling. This wasn't bravado. This was genuine conviction."Emma, Jessica is dangerous. She's spent decades destroying people. You can't underestimate her.""I'm not underestimating her. I'm just refusing to be afraid of her." Emma stirred her coffee. "Think about it, Mom. She's been watching me for five years, right? Fi
The next morning, I called an emergency meeting with Marcus, Agent Park, and our lawyer. We gathered at Agent Park's house instead of ours. Even after five years, I didn't fully trust that our home wasn't somehow compromised."Walk me through everything we know about this scholarship," I said.Agent Park spread documents across her dining table. "The Excellence in Fashion Innovation Scholarship was established six months ago through a Cayman Islands trust called the Creative Futures Foundation. The trust was funded with two million dollars from a Swiss bank account held by a corporation registered in Liechtenstein.""Can we trace the corporation?""I tried. It's a shell within a shell within a shell. The ownership records lead to other corporations, which lead to more corporations. Classic Jessica Patterson structure. She's been using these exact methods for forty years."Our lawyer, a sharp woman named Patricia who specialized in corporate law, chimed in. "The scholarship itself is c
Five years passed.Five years of vigilance. Of watching over shoulders. Of vetting every new employee three times. Of security protocols that became second nature.But also five years of growth. Of building. Of living.Emma turned fifteen. High school sophomore. Honor roll student. Captain of the art club. Volunteer at the Phoenix Rising foundation on weekends, working with children of incarcerated parents.She'd grown tall and graceful. Her dark hair fell past her shoulders now. She still had my eyes but Brock's determined chin. Sometimes I looked at her and saw glimpses of the woman she was becoming. Strong. Compassionate. Remarkable.The trauma of her childhood hadn't disappeared. She still had occasional nightmares. Still flinched when angry men raised their voices. Still checked locks compulsively before bed.But Dr. Chen had been right. She could be happy. She could be whole. Different than she would have been, but whole nonetheless.Marcus and I celebrated our fifth wedding ann
"Everything," I repeated. Jessica's word hung in the air between us. "You want everything I've built.""Not want. Will have. I already own thirty-one percent of Nott Designs. In a few months, I'll have controlling interest. Then you'll work for me. Or watch me dismantle what you created piece by piece." Her voice was pleasant, conversational. "Unless you'd like to negotiate.""What kind of negotiation?""You step down as CEO. Sign over your shares to me. Walk away from Nott Designs completely. In exchange, I leave your family alone. Emma grows up safe. Marcus keeps his photography career. The Phoenix Rising foundation continues operating. Everyone you love stays protected.""And if I refuse?""Then I take the company anyway, but much less pleasantly. I destroy your reputation in the process. Expose every mistake you've made. Turn the industry against you. Make sure Emma grows up watching her mother's spectacular fall from grace." Jessica paused. "I'm patient, Bethany. I can make this
I called an emergency meeting with Marcus, Victoria, and Agent Park at six AM. We met at my house instead of the office. Nowhere connected to Nott Designs could be considered secure anymore."Jessica controls twenty-three percent of our company through shell corporations," I said, laying out the evidence we'd gathered overnight. "She's positioning for a hostile takeover."Victoria went pale. "How is that possible? We track all major shareholders.""These weren't major purchases. Hundreds of small investments through different entities. None big enough to trigger reporting requirements. But together..." I showed them the spreadsheet. "She's been building her position for two years."Agent Park studied the documents. "This is sophisticated. She's using the same structure she used to hide money from investigators for decades. We'll never trace it all back to her directly.""So what do we do?" Marcus asked."We catch her in the act," I said. "She's using Amy to gather intelligence. But Am
The anniversary celebration was magnificent. The fashion show featured pieces from every collection we'd created over three years. Models walked the runway wearing evolution—from the angry "Evidence of Survival" pieces to the peaceful, hopeful designs of our current season.Emma walked in the finale wearing a dress we'd designed together. White silk with hand-painted phoenixes rising up from the hem. She looked so grown up at nine years old. So confident. When she reached the end of the runway and struck her pose, the audience erupted.I stood backstage with Marcus watching on monitors. Tears streamed down my face."She's incredible," Marcus whispered."She's everything we fought for."The after party filled the entire SoHo flagship store. Five hundred guests. Industry leaders, celebrities, supporters, employees. Everyone who had been part of our journey.I gave a speech thanking everyone. Announced our expansion plans. Revealed our new profit sharing program that would make every emp







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