Meghan
The skyline of the city twinkles faintly in the distance as I pull into the parking lot of Marcher Industries, my family’s pride and legacy. The building looms tall and sleek, all glass and steel, a reflection of my father’s ambition and vision. Even after all these years, the sight of it never fails to stir something inside me—a mix of pride, nostalgia, and an ache I can’t quite put into words.
Stepping out of the car, I close the door softly and lean against it for a moment, staring up at the structure. Memories cascade over me, unbidden. I can still see my younger self walking through its revolving doors for the first time after college, wide-eyed and eager. My father’s booming voice echoes in my mind, his words as clear as if he were standing beside me.
“You’re ready for this
