Five years.
I stopped counting anniversaries after I left New York.
At the World Economic Summit, I left the stage to applause from presidents and business leaders. The program introduced me as Chloe Romanov, CEO of the Romanov Consortium. In sixty months, I had tripled it.
Reports from New York said the Romano family controlled only a few blocks in Brooklyn now. Victor walked with a permanent limp and lived alone in the old mansion. I never asked for those reports.
After my speech, an escort led me through a private corridor toward a meeting with the French delegation. Modern art lined one wall. Floor-to-ceiling windows filled the other, looking out over the Swiss grounds and the snow along the paths.
Victor stood near a service exit, speaking to a junior aide who kept shaking his he
