Naomi’s POV
The envelope was thicker than most of the Cream-colored ones, it was sealed with a gold-embossed crest I hadn’t seen in over a year.
The board.
I held it in my hands longer than necessary, the weight of my name staring back at me—Naomi Erica Thompson Darlington.
I hadn’t thought about that side of my life in weeks. Not since the gala, not since the letter from the council.
But the company hadn’t forgotten me. Or more accurately—hadn’t forgotten what I represented.
I opened the letter.
You are hereby invited to attend the Thompson Group quarterly board meeting as the principal shareholder and chair of the late Mr. Elias Thompson’s estate...
Your presence is requested at the private executive session scheduled for Friday, 10:00 AM.
They weren’t just requesting my presen
