{Hailey’s POV}
I was still holding the paper that Marcus gave me another riddle: “To find the end, you must first see the beginning.” When Clara walked into my room, holding a dark suit bag and a worried look on her face.
“You need to get ready,” she said.
“For what?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
She placed the suit bag on the bed. “You’ve been summoned to the board meeting. George Lachlan’s cosmetic company. Today. In New York.”
My heart stopped for a second. “Wait… what?”
Clara nodded. “They want you there. It’s official. George left the company to you.”
I sat down slowly. “But I don’t know anything about running a company.”
“George trusted you,” she said gently. “Now it’s time to show them why.”
She opened the suit bag and pulled out a deep navy-blue suit. It was clean, classy
