The afternoon sun hung lazily over the city as Annie stepped out of the café with a folder tucked under her arm. She had just finished another meeting with her lawyer, and although the legal strategy was beginning to take shape, the weight of the situation still sat heavily on her shoulders.
Eighty million.
The number followed her everywhere.
She sighed and checked the time on her phone. The kids would be home soon from their afternoon activity class with Leah. Annie was about to head toward the parking lot when she heard someone call her name.
“Annie?”
The voice was hesitant, almost disbelieving.
Annie paused.
Slowly, she turned around.
A young woman stood a few meters away, wearing a stylish cream coat and large sunglasses. Her long hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, and
