The building looms ahead, each step toward it feeling heavier than the last.
Inside, the conference room is already filling with family members, their conversations a low murmur.
Mark stands at the head of the table, exuding authority.
I take my seat, the chair feeling hard and uncomfortable beneath me.
The meeting begins, and as expected, the focus shifts to my role.
Mark speaks, his tone calm and collected as he outlines his vision for the store’s future.
His words are like daggers, each one aimed to pierce the small semblance of control I have left.
But as the discussion unfolds, something stirs within me.
A small voice, one that’s been silent for too long, begins to speak.
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