The sun rose over the bay, gold and red, painting the water with light. I stood on my balcony with a cup of coffee, watching the ferries cross the harbor. The air was cool and clean. The city was waking up.
I thought about the morning I had walked out of Tianqiong for the last time. I had been so angry, so tired, so certain that I had been treated unfairly. I had been right. But being right wasn't enough.
I had learned that the only way to prove your worth is to build something that no one can take away. And I had done it. Not by fighting. Not by winning. By walking away and starting again.
I finished my coffee and went inside. My phone was buzzing with messages. David had a question about a client configuration. Priya had sent a photo of her new office. A potential client had emailed a
