He simply said, “Understood, Victoria.”
By morning, I had slept less than three hours.
Still, I had never felt more awake.
I showered.
Put on an ivory suit.
Pulled my hair back.
Left the babies with my chief of staff.
And drove to Orion headquarters.
Forty floors of mirrored glass rose above downtown.
Ethan had always entered like he owned the place.
Greeting receptionists with practiced charm.
Walking like authority itself.
That morning his access badge failed at security.
He raised his voice.
Demanded managers.
Threatened jobs.
Forgetting far too late that his authority was already gone.
When security finally escorted him into the executive boardroom, I was seated at the head of the table.
I will never forget his face.
Not just shock.
Disorientation.
Like reality had suddenly changed languages.
“Tori…” he said weakly. “What are you doing here?”
Marcus folded his hands.
“Mrs. Victoria Hayes, principal owner of Hayes Capital Partners and controlling shareholder of Orion Global, is presiding over this meeting.”
Ethan went completely still.
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