The new week arrived with a restless hum inside Transcorp headquarters. Ever since Sarah’s thunderous return to the boardroom, the air around her had changed; firmer, sharper, untouchable.
The same men and women who once whispered behind her back now straightened their postures whenever she passed. But power, as she knew, always attracted new storms.
She stood before the massive digital screen in her office, a cup of black coffee in her hand. The screen displayed maps — New York, London, Shanghai, Johannesburg, all dotted with red markers.
Lines connected them like a web.
This was her next move.
“The Global Integration Project,” she said softly to herself.
Ella, her assistant, stepped in quietly. “The press release draft is ready, ma,” she said, placing a file on the table.
Sarah
