The weeks following the quiet evening Alexander and Emma shared were marked by a subtle but steady sense of peace. Prescott Industries was on the mend, with their new leadership proving capable of restoring confidence both internally and externally. They had re-established their place in the market, weathered the most immediate storms, and found a rhythm in their leadership.
But Emma knew, deep down, that the calm was only temporary. The company7and there were still many wounds to heal. Worse, there were whispers that not everyone was on board with the changes—some of the board members had reluctantly supported Alexander and Emma, still loyal to the old regime.
Sitting in her office, Emma stared at the glowing screen of her laptop, the report in front of her detailing the financial recov
