I stood there in stunned disbelief, my mind spinning with the words I had just heard. Me, the owner of Whitmore Industries? It felt surreal, like I had stepped into another person’s life. As the lawyer continued speaking, the numbness that had seeped into my bones began to lift, giving way to a flicker of something I hadn’t felt in a long time: hope.
David Lin cleared his throat, drawing my attention back to the phone. “Ms. Hayes, the condition I mentioned pertains to the company’s future direction. Your great-uncle wanted the corporation to transition towards sustainable energy solutions. This was very important to him.”
