I didn’t turn back.

I opened the door and stepped out into the quiet, carpeted hallway of the firm.

The air outside the room felt lighter, cooler.

As I walked toward the elevator, I could hear the faint sound of Gloria’s voice rising in anger and tears behind the closed door.

I pressed the button for the garage.

My phone buzzed in my hand.

It was a text from my personal assistant, Marcus.

*The table assignments for the Dallas Real Estate Alliance Gala have been finalized. You are seated at the head table with the mayor and the board of directors. Shall I confirm your attendance?*

I stared at the screen as the elevator doors slid open with a soft chime.

I stepped inside the mirrored cabin and looked at my reflection.

The tired, quiet woman who had put up with Gloria’s insults for a decade was gone.

I typed out a quick reply.

*Yes. Confirm my attendance. And make sure the Ralston table is positioned directly in front of mine.*

I slipped the phone back into my bag as the elevator began its smooth descent.