The sound felt like a victory march.
Tyler was speechless, and Cordelia looked as if she had aged a decade in ten minutes.
I put my copy of the papers in my bag and walked toward the glass doors.
“For three years you thought I was climbing up to your level,” I said without raising my voice. “The truth is, you never had any idea how far down I had to look just to see you.”
I pushed the doors open and stepped into the sunlight.
Outside, the sidewalk was swarmed with reporters and cameras waiting for the woman of the hour.
A journalist spotted me and shouted, “Ms. Miller, over here! Give us a statement on the IPO!”
The flashes began to pop, blinding and bright.
Behind me, I knew the Harrisons were watching from the shadows of the lobby, frozen in their own regret.
I took a step forward into my new life.
I had learned that true wealth wasn’t the billions in my account or the company I built.
It was the ability to walk away from a place that broke my spirit without looking back.
The headlines would scream about the scandal for weeks, but I wouldn’t be reading them.
When a woman finally understands her own worth, she stops arguing with people who don’t deserve her words.