Austin
Leaving the conference room, I shove the oak door. A thud echoes through the corridor. My boots strike a rhythm on hardwood, contrasting the muted ambiance. Mahogany and leather linger, remnants of fading power.
City air fills my lungs as I exit. Skyscrapers loom, sidewalks teem. This urban landscape grounds me - no longer Carter's pawn, but a woman forging her path.
I slam into my truck and crank the engine. Carrington's face flashes - cold hostility in every word. I exposed Grandpa Harlan's crooked games and stolen water rights.
My fist strikes the wheel. Anger simmers as I curse their dynasty. Let their empire rot.
Cortland remained stoic, offering a subtle nod when I disclosed my intent. An ally or another snake?
Tires screech as I accelerate. Wyoming unfolds - winding ro
