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felt completely powerless. Because one human woman had undone everything I thought I was.

But by remaining silent, those around him leave him alone in his little martyrdom. “You know, sometimes you hear about situations where someone in power forces his subordinates to do things they don't want to do by various forms of pressure” said Mońka and took a drag on his cigarette. “I don't consider these people to be weak but... powerless. Powerlessness is not that person's weakness, it's the community that doesn't give them support by taking the weapons out of their hands. You know what I mean?”

The secretary looked at Ken in hesitation, and he was unsure about what to say. “What are you talking about? Just say it!” Ken was unhappy. “Say what? Is it because you realized that you can’t handle it?” someone mocked them. “Could they be actually powerful?" Ken asked. ‘There’s no way! If they're really influential, how would I not know about them at all?’ “No, they are actually insignificant. It might be a little embarrassing for you if you want to settle scores with them. They have a company worth tens of millions and someone who works in the government. They only have a little power,” the secretary explained awkwardly.

"So that's why I said that you don't have to be scared of anything...." She said as she takes breathe. "Because it is a book of protection, so you don't need to be scared of it" "You understand what an saying!?" She asked the class as she looks at the one that was being afraid before. And the guy as well joined others nods proving that they are really understand what she is explaining to them. "So... I did this book because I realized that many of you can't make use of your superpowers" "And that's always why your enemies always get into you guys and take whatever they want!"

She meticulously crafted each chapter, weaving together practical advice, personal anecdotes, and thought-provoking exercises. The book, titled "Leading with Authenticity: Unleashing the Power of Genuine Leadership," became a bestseller shortly after its release. Leaders from all walks of life resonated with Luna's message and the principles she espoused. The book became a guidebook for those who sought to lead with authenticity and make a meaningful impact in their organizations and communities.

"I am sorry, I can't write on my boyfriend's life, his abuse and addiction, it was a struggle and he is still struggling, I will not place it in a book to get on good grades with you, or other influential Professors." She gives me a look "And if this is the only way, to be who you were meant to be, to help people with Psychology?" I stare at her, heart pounding, palms sweaty, I remember Danielle's word -- Powerful Woman. "There's this book my best friend asked us to read, The Invisble Life of Addie Larue, a splendid book, with beautiful lines, but the line that captivated me the most is -- To Find A Way, or Make Your Own. I will make a way." I say.

I say. “What?” My mother says looking at me. “They have to know! The night Kaya and Auburon’s uncle came the night of the ball. When Iris and I tapped into our powers, she looked scared. Maybe they thought killing Dad would… I don’t know. Weaken me? Plus Mom didn’t have her powers when she killed him so she knew she’d be no match for her” I say. “You got your powers back Maya?” My grandfather asks. “Yep. Given back to me by the original witch, Parisa,”

For becoming the one thing I swore I would never be again: Powerless.

But the rhythm was the same—alive, indifferent, relentless. I passed a bookstore and paused. In the window, a display caught my eye. A stack of books titled Power Without Permission. My name on the cover. I stared at it longer than necessary. Not because I was proud. But because I remembered the girl who once believed power had to be granted. I stepped inside and bought a copy. At home, I placed the book on the shelf beside others—histories, theories, stories written by women who refused erasure. It fit there.

I let the question exist without urgency. Then I ask another. Am I more myself than I was before? The answer is undeniable. Yes. Even when it’s uncomfortable. Even when it costs access. Even when it shifts the room. Especially then. Because power that depends on your compliance was never yours to begin with. True power isn’t loud. It isn’t imposed. It’s the quiet authority of not needing permission to be coherent. The chapter ends without applause. No dramatic win. No public recognition. Just an internal settling.