Chapter 10 - The True Harrington
The police didn't need to look for me anymore. They were too busy arresting Genevieve.
She was escorted out of the grand hall in handcuffs, her crimson dress dragging on the floor, the heavy sapphires stripped from her neck for evidence. She didn't scream. She didn't fight. She just looked utterly broken, crushed by the very legacy she had tried to steal.
Six months later, I sat in the executive office of Harrington Enterprises.
I didn't liquidate the company. I didn't lay off the workers. Using the recovered offshore funds, I stabilized the pensions and ousted every corrupt board member who had turned a blind eye to Genevieve’s reign.
I looked out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the city skyline. I wasn't the outcast anymore. I had returned, not to wear the crown of inherited arrogance, but to break it down and forge something real.
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The heavy oak door opened, and Jax walked in, holding a stack of restructuring files. "Ready to get to work, Boss?" she smiled.
I picked up my pen, feeling the quiet, majestic stillness of my grandmother watching over me. "Yeah," I said, rolling up the sleeves of my shirt. "Let's build an empire."
