After Alex fell asleep, I still hadn’t heard from Victor, so I texted him. There was no way I could sleep tonight until I spoke to him.
Could those men really stop me from running the company?
I couldn’t sit still, so I left Alex’s bedroom to walk the halls of the mansion.
I ended up in the ballroom, looking at the portraits of my ancestors that hung in gilded frames in a long row across one wall.
I stopped in front of the portrait of my great-grandfather, Blake Colby Wilson.
Earlier, Alex had compared me to this serious, professional-looking man who was his grandfather.
He had to be teasing. How could I fill the shoes of this man?
Maybe those men from the Board of Directors were right about me. But even if I could run the business, they may not let me try because I’m a young woman
