The Legacy of Us

her. The mansion, once a place of refuge and comfort, now felt like a prison. Everywhere she looked, memories of her childhood seemed to whisper, remin

mix of skepticism and expectation. They had all been waiting for this moment, for the day when Gregory Kincaid's only child would return to take the helm of the Kincaid Co

he papers before her. The board members were watching her, all of them waiting for her to speak. Their faces were a blend of impatien

unnerving-he had always been a part of the Kincaid world, someone she had never truly understood, but had always felt an inexplicable connection to. In

The company is at a crossroads. Your father's health is deteriorating, and we're facing multiple challeng

t nothing had prepared her for this moment, for the pressure of being in the same room as these sharp, calculat

e reports and the company's assets. There are several areas that need immediate attention, especially regarding our overseas investments

l their eyes on her, watching for any sign of w

Ms. Kincaid," he said, his tone sharp. "We've all worked hard to build th

voice was unmistakable. It wasn't just about the company anymore. Thi

's future must be aligned with the values that my father instilled in it. I won't make decisions based pur

d feel the shift in the room. She wasn't the naive young woman who had left thi

may have been skeptical, but they were beginning to see that she wasn't the pushover th

n't have what it took to save the company? And what about the secrets her father had left behind? The shady deals, the hidden debts

onto the terrace, where the cool autumn breeze offered a brief reprieve from the suffocating atmosphere inside. The estate stretc

rate. He didn't say anything at first, just stood beside

Alex said, breaking the silence. "I

izon. "It doesn't feel like enough. They're only looking at the numbers. They do

hat's the problem with corporate life. It's all about the

I can't just snap my fingers and turn the company around. There's too m

hing-something unfamiliar-in his gaze. It was a flicker of something more

help. I've been in this world for years. I know the players, the risks, the peopl

ng about Alex-something about his proximity to her father's world-that made her uneasy. But at that moment, she re

admitted, her voice barely above

felt like the weight of the world had been shared between them. But as quickly

id, his tone firm but reassuri

at she had taken the first step into the world she had long avoided. And whether she w