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Nadia showed me my office. It was more feminine than I expected—large space filled with heavy and expensive furniture softened by subtle touches. Floor-to-ceiling windows dominated the off-white walls, with block-light curtains pulled open to reveal the fast-moving show of the city from the fiftieth floor.
“Mr. Frederick suggested that we hold a party to introduce you as the official heiress to Antonio’s properties and companies,” Nadia said as she pulled out the chair for me.
I smiled. “Good.”
“Tomorrow, if you’re free. The sooner the better,” she suggested as she turned on the laptop on my desk.
I felt like a young girl on her first day at school. But I had to steady myself. I wanted to be stronger. I was done with the broken, weak version of me—
the version everyone stepped on
