Good morning, Miss Ruth," the staff greeted me warmly as I entered the sleek glass building that housed Shinwa Designs.
"Good morning," I greeted back, the steadiness of my voice a wide contrast to the storm battling in my stomach.
The faint scent of jasmine from my perfume clung to me, stroking the hallways in my light blue tailored pantsuit and stiletto heels, echoing the air of confidence I desperately clung onto. Today marked my official takeover of the company my father had built from scratch-a legacy I was determined to uphold.
I was heading for the elevator when my assistant, Hannah Collins, came up to me in a rush, her tablet in her hand. "Miss Ruth, the board members are already in the conference room," she whispered conspiratoriously.
"And?" I asked, knowing there was more.
