Emily I didn't attend the sentencing. There was no need to. It was just a formality. The evidence was irrefutable and the verdict was already predetermined. Margaret sent me the details via encrypted message: David Brown, twenty years for embezzlement and conspiracy to commit fraud. Marcus Carter, twelve years for his role in the financial scheme. They both had the right to appeal, although any appeal was sure to fail. I would ensure they don't in jail.The apartment was quiet. Adrian had left for the office before dawn, some work crisis. He was reluctant to go, we had planned to spend the day together, only us, a little celebration, but it seemed urgent and I'd insisted. And now, I was bored. I moved to the window, looking down at the city. I had power now. Real power, after months of careful maneuvering. I've finally reshaped the board and placed my people in key positions. The press called me a reformer, a survivor, a woman who'd reclaimed her family's legacy from the wreckage of
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