RISING FROM THE ASHES: The CEO’s Regret
She didn't look back as I approached, but she reached her hand out behind her, her fingers opening in an unspoken invitation.
I slid my hand into hers, our fingers locking together with a familiar, unbreakable strength. There were no more words left to speak, no more strategies left to formulate. The thread that had begun in the cold rain of betrayal had been pulled taut, woven through the highest halls of international power, and locked into a permanent, golden knot. We had survived the dark, we had claimed the apex, and now, as the African night settled over our empire, the future was entirely, beautifully ours.
Bab Populer