The resistance in Europe did not disappear.
It evolved.
Her name was Camille Laurent.
Chair of the legacy board. Elegant. Precise. Politically seasoned. She had built the European firm’s influence long before acquisition talks began. She had not opposed the merger publicly.
But she had never endorsed me.
Our first direct meeting took place in Paris.
Private boardroom. Floor to ceiling windows. Old architecture blended with modern glass. It was symbolic. Tradition facing transformation.
Camille entered in ivory silk and quiet authority.
“Elena,” she said smoothly.
“Camille.”
We sat opposite each other.
“I admire your acceleration,” she began. “But rapid consolidation often fractures internal loyalty.”
“Loyalty without growth becomes stagnation,” I replied.
She smiled faintly.
