As I walked through the doors of Holloway Holdings, the bustling energy of the city seemed to mirror the surge of resolve building within me. The sleek, polished floors and towering windows reflected a world I once eagerly inhabited — one driven by ambition and accountability.
Upon entering the elevator, I replayed the events of the previous night. Each detail seemed surreal, as if I had stepped into another life. The elderly woman’s words echoed in my mind: “My son is your husband’s boss…and he answers to me.” Her quiet authority had been a lifeline, and her invitation to reclaim my professional skills was the tether pulling me back to who I used to be.
Arriving on the designated floor, I was met by a team of auditors who welcomed me with cautious curiosity. They had been briefed about my situation — not the personal details, but enough to understand I was a woman with skills their CEO trusted. The lead auditor, a sharp-eyed woman named Claire, handed me a stack of files and a laptop. “Mrs. Holloway has high expectations,” she said with a knowing smile.
