I took a deep breath and adjusted my shift dress, which was charcoal gray and professional without pretension, when the doorbell rang. As soon as I opened the door, Uncle Bruce emerged behind me, his face immediately protective. "Mr. Lancaster has come," he said in a quiet, respectful tone. I smiled tightly and moved out of the way. My father's black jacket and perfectly styled silver-streaked hair filled the entryway. With a glance that simultaneously made my heart skip a beat and my resolve harden, he looked at me with a combination of parental pride and worry. He hung his coat on the hanger as he entered the entryway. His voice was softer than normal when he said, "Hello, angel." I said, "Hello, Dad," and ushered him into the living room. With his suit jacket slung across one arm, Alexander emerged into the study. He held out his hand. "Thomas." After giving it a vigorous shake, my father put an arm over my shoulder. "You two look very busy." Alexander bowed his head. "What
As the afternoon light disappeared behind clouds, I came to the realization that the event was more of a dinner party with a purpose than a celebration of congratulations.Mrs. Carter was incredibly quiet, as if she was recording my responses. When I eventually got a minute alone with Mrs. Carter near the library entrance, I decided to approach her. I said, "Mrs. Carter, I appreciate you setting up this invitation. It has a lot of significance. Her fake grin made me shiver. "Do not worry about it, my love. I only care about what is best for Alexander and the family. I gasped. "Obviously." She cocked her head. However, I am concerned about Alexander's health. He can not have a healthy heart with all this stress. She hesitated, allowing the implication to linger between us. I struggled to maintain a steady voice. "I think Alexander appreciates my advice." Mrs. Carter's mouth quirked. "Not everyone enjoys surprises, but we all respect your bravery." She hurried away, leaving me wi
I went on Instagram Live at 7:00 p.m. My typical comfort zone was the polished setting of television studios; therefore, I had never done a live broadcast on Instagram before. As the number of viewers increased to 1,200, 3,500, 7,000, my heart skipped a beat. After taking a deep breath, I hit "Go Live." With a voice steadier than I felt, I said, "Hello, everyone." "I appreciate you coming at such short notice. I wanted to respond to your inquiries straight out, without any spin or filter. I spent the following twenty minutes answering concerns about cybersecurity budget allocations, the schedule for third-party audits, employee data protection, and my next priorities. "What keeps you grounded through all this?" a spectator inquired. "My family, my values, and the knowledge that what I do affects people's lives," I said with a grin. I remain humble because of that duty. The conversation was replete with encouraging words and admiration as I ended it: * "Thank you for your transparen
I became aware that we had lost control of the story the morning I woke up to a trending alert on all my devices. Before I opened my eyes, my phone was humming with hundreds of alerts. For a brief period, I lay still, my pulse pounding, recalling Alexander's composed remarks from yesterday: * "Scrutiny does not scare us—it reinforces who we are." However, I was at ease when I looked at the computer. I grabbed my phone and slipped off the silk sheets as I sat up in bed. Every major news app displayed the opening headline in stark red text: "TURMOIL REID INDUSTRIES: WIFE-CEO UNDER FIRE" I gasped. A well-known business columnist's opinion article underneath it criticized me for "playing dress-up as a corporate savior." The language I used in yesterday's forum was examined in another piece that went viral on social media, seemingly demonstrating my preference for style over content. Anxiety crept into the pit of my stomach as I browsed. Memes ridiculing my transformation from bari
During breakfast, which consisted of fresh fruit and protein smoothies, I read through our press strategy plan, which Marta had painstakingly created overnight.Speaking engagements, interviews, and a schedule for organized social media updates were all scheduled. Every phrase seemed like a potential landmine, even though I appreciated how thoughtfully each sentence was written. "What if I make a mistake?" Tracing the edge of the glossy binder, I fretted. Alexander closed the binder by reaching across. "You won't. You have previously shown that you can manage difficulties far bigger than this. I was about to respond when my phone buzzed, alerting me to a message that my father had highlighted. My heart thumped. He never made a pointless demand; his tone was official. Sophia—requesting a conversation. Kindly set up a video call as soon as possible. I took a swallow. Dad and I had always been friendly from a distance—he only showed respect for me when I managed my own things well,
With floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the East River and walls covered in abstract art, Reid Tower's private dining area was quiet and serene. I inhaled deeply as I walked in, wearing a modest but sophisticated sheath dress and held my head high. A big mahogany table was surrounded by chairs, and as I walked in, I heard whispers of discussion. The CFO, Thomas, motioned for me to take a seat next to him. I smiled politely at him and sat down, seeing a number of people I knew well: the general counsel, the director of HR, the liaison assigned by my own father, and a few board members who had always doubted my marriage. Alexander nodded to me briefly from across the table before launching into his introductory statement on the forecasts for the quarter. Before I prepared my own speech, I measured the speed of his while I listened, my heart thumping a little. The chairman turned to me after his portion was over. "We are all excited to hear your thoughts on the recent events and how