Three months later. It was the annual Knight Global Holdings business gala, a night where the company celebrated its achievements, honored its partners, and presented its vision for the future. Cameras flashed, and journalists waited near the red carpet to snap pictures of the elite. The grand ballroom of the city’s finest hotel sparkled with light and laughter. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their glow reflecting off the polished marble floor. Men in tuxedos and women in elegant gowns mingled, holding glasses of champagne and speaking in soft, important tones. But this year, the night held deeper meaning for Richard, for Ann, and most surprisingly, for Victor Knight.
Ann stood by a tall pillar, holding a glass of water, wearing a long navy-blue gown that hugged her waist and f
