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Clare stepped forward with that infuriatingly placid expression she always wore—the look of a woman who felt entirely at home in spaces where Emma was merely a tolerated guest. Her blonde hair fell in soft, premeditated waves over a cashmere sweater that cost more than Emma’s monthly grocery budget. / Chapter 8 / 28

Chapter 8 - A New FoundationSix months later, spring had returned to Boston, washing the public gardens in vibrant shades of pink and green.

Emma walked through the cobblestone paths of Beacon Hill, breathing in the fresh air. She wasn't hiding, and she wasn't bitter. She had officially assumed the role of managing director of a newly restructured, employee-owned architecture and community trust—rebuilt from the ashes of Walker Tech, now dedicated to funding affordable urban housing and independent local businesses.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out to check a message from Marcus.

Marcus: The final settlement liquidation went through. You hold 100% of the intellectual property rights and assets free and clear. Congratulations, Emma.

Emma smiled, locking her phone and sliding it back into her coat pocket.

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