The amber whiskey swirled in Julian’s crystal glass under the gleaming brass chandelier of my former office.
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Chapter 7 - THE UNBROKEN SPIRITI walked over to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, looking out over the sprawling expanse of the city I had helped build.
My cane clicked softly against the floor. My heart was strong, my mind was sharp, and my resolve was absolute.
They thought age meant weakness. They thought a silver head meant a failing mind.
They were catastrophically wrong.
The office door clicked open softly, and a young, brilliant corporate analyst we had recently promoted walked in with new port acquisition reports.
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"Good morning, Ms. Voss," she greeted me with bright, genuine respect.
"Good morning, Sarah," I replied, gesturing to the conference table. "Let's review the figures."
