SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW
Two years.
It felt like a blink, but at the same time, it felt like a lifetime ago. That scared, broken, unsure version of me? I don’t even recognize her anymore.
A recommendation turned into a contract, and that contract turned into five. Soon enough, companies were emailing me, begging me to design their websites. I was no longer just "Sierra Morgan." I was Sierra Morgan, the girl whose name was now on Forbes’ list of top ten youngest female billionaires in America.
Who was I kidding?
I wasn’t just rich. I was powerful. I was respected. I was living the exact life I once thought I could never have.
The office was filled with quiet clacks of designer heels and faint clicks of keyboards. I sat in my personal workspace—clean, minimalistic, but screaming wealth.
