The day of the fundraiser my mind wondered to think of my parents. I was stubborn like my father, and beautiful like my mother. Everyone who knew her said that I resembled her in more ways than one. Unlike her gracefulness, I was brutish like him and handled business deals with cold meticulous decisions. My father had taught me that I should not take risks and trust my instincts.
One of the most influential lessons he gave was that I was a woman, and that men in the business world often thought of women as inferior. Even in this modern day and age, there were always more men that were CEO’s than women. Our s*x was our weakness, he told me. To be ruthless and for people to fear me in my world had made me cold, and if anything, unapproachable at his office.
I was not the CEO of my father
