The news of Sarah’s emergency custody filing hit the city like wildfire. Before noon, every major media house was already carrying the headline, each one spinning the story in their own way.
Some journalists painted her as a mother finally reclaiming the child torn from her arms.
Others called it a corporate power struggle between two people who now sat at the top of the world.
A few even framed it as revenge, a comeback that had been five years in the making.
But inside her New York mansion, Sarah shut the noise out completely. She had no time for distractions.
She had waited too long, fought too hard, and carried the scars of too much pain to let the world’s chatter shake her now.
Her entire morning was spent in her private study with Barrister Nicolas and two of his associates
