My father hands me the ledgers for the family's northern trade division on my second week back, and I spend three days buried in numbers before I understand why he's really giving them to me."This isn't training," I tell him, closing the last folder. "This is a test.""Everything is a test." He doesn't look up from his own paperwork. "You'll take over first class operations by the end of the month. Show me you can hold it."I hold it. I clear a backlog that's been sitting untouched for two years, renegotiate three shipping contracts that were bleeding the pack dry, and by the second week I'm running board meetings in a voice that doesn't shake once.The message arrives on a Tuesday night, buried in an anonymous account with no name attached, just a single line. You should see what he's been saying about you.Attached beneath it, a full thread of messages between Damon and Seraphine, months old, timestamps stretching back well before the divorce, well before the awakening ceremony tha
Last Updated : 2026-08-11 Read more