The amber whiskey swirled in Julian’s crystal glass under the gleaming brass chandelier of my former office.
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Chapter 8 / 10
Chapter 8 - THE LESSON OF THE EMPIREAs the meeting commenced, I watched the young analysts debate logistics strategies with passion, intelligence, and genuine ethics.
This was what my husband and I had dreamed of when we first opened that single failing warehouse forty-two years ago. An empire isn't built on concrete and steel alone; it is built on character.
My children had inherited everything, yet they understood nothing.
And because of that, they lost it all.
