Six months later, I stood in my corner office on the top floor of one of downtown Los Angeles' most prestigious towers.
Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, traffic crawled along the streets far below. My sharply tailored suit fit like armor.
"Ms. Solis, next quarter's investment strategy is ready for your review and signature. We also closed the Atlas Technologies acquisition this morning," My assistant, Billy Allison, said with a smile. "Word is, everyone in the industry is calling you the Iron Queen."
He handed me the documents, admiration plain on his face.
I took the pen in my left hand and signed at the bottom of the page. The movement still felt slightly awkward, but my signature came out clean and confident.
Backed by investors who had trusted me long before Zachary's fall, I
