The Challenge
sValenticia's POV:
I was going through some reports in my small office when my grandmother’s secretary, Grace, knocked and stuck her head in the door. “Your grandmother wants to see you,” she said, her tone always brisk, never unkind.
I rose immediately, smoothing the front of my skirt with my palm, and walked behind her down the hallways that always felt too quiet. The door to my grandmother’s office was already open when I got there, and she was sitting behind her huge mahogany desk, her posture as erect and commanding as ever. The glimmer in her eyes suggested that this wasn’t a social call.
I entered quietly and sat across from her, folding my hands in my lap.
She didn’t waste time. “How would you feel stepping into the company?”
The question came out of nowhere, so
