The Past

I finally found peace for once.

In my hours of constant battle for my rights to sit in my rightful chair, I finally caught a whiff of silence.

No meetings. No arguments. Just me in my office that I fought hard for.

The office was vast and elegant. Its simplicity comprised of a marble desk, a single desktop, two chairs on the side. There were no drawers, no vanities—nothing unnecessary to clutter the room.

Beneath the desk was my father’s safe.

I took a deep breath and shut my eyes to absorb what I had finally achieved. For years, my life had been nothing but a series of fights—lawsuits, threats, betrayals, nights where sleep never came. And now… this. Stillness.

I couldn’t believe it.

I’m here.

I’m finally here.

Sitting in the chair I was supposed to. The one stolen from me. The one people thought I’d never reclaim.

I reached for the box of items that the secretary had brought in earlier. She said these were some of the things Papa left behind, retrieved from storage after all these y