Naomi’s POV
Morning of the Meeting
I stared at my reflection longer than usual, not out of vanity, but reverence.
A soft navy suit with gold-lined cuffs. Modest but striking. My hair coiled into a smooth bun, A pair of pearl earrings my mother once wore to my father’s first company anniversary dinner.
“Mommy, you look like a boss,” Miranda said, poking her head into the room.
I turned, smiled. “That’s because today, I have to be one.”
Raymond walked in behind her, “Not have to, You are one already.”
I let out a soft breath. “The last time I sat in that room, I was grieving and unsure. Today, I’m walking differently.”
“You’re not just walking in,” Raymond said, taking my hand. “You’re taking the table with you.”
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The venue I’d chosen for the board meeting wasn’t the usual marbl
