As for Victoria Vance-Cross, her sudden departure at the front gate had been only the beginning of her troubles. Once news broke of her involvement in the residential scandal—and her attempt to leverage a married man’s non-existent real estate portfolio for her own consulting firm—her client roster evaporated. She had quietly relocated to a smaller market two states away, her reputation as a top-tier corporate strategist permanently ruined.
They had all played a game of pure greed, assuming that a woman who had just given birth would be too fragile, too exhausted, and too afraid to fight back. They had mistaken my quiet patience for weakness.
They had forgotten who held the keys.
Part III: A New Foundation
Later that afternoon, a soft knock echoed at my front door.
