Beyond the Script: My Own Path

in his own home, convinced he held all the cards. Olivia watched, her expression unreadable. She was pr

it! The ul

eg. There's no way he giv

rawl! We've been w

They wanted to see me humiliated, broken,

face, then at Olivia's quiet apprehension. I felt a profoun

," I

id of emotion, that it seemed

confused. "Okay? Wha

ur terms. I won't apologize. You can have the company.

h anger to pale with disbelief. Olivia took a small

..

.wha

that right? He..

? Just to not apologize? This make

isbelief. The narrative had just derailed s

finally sputtered, his voic

yer contact yours to arrange the transfer of my shares.

t my father. He was just a roadblock to my freedom, an

e door when Olivia

m, w

ut didn't

ce..." she started, her voice hesitant.

y back still to her. "It has n

a strange note of defiance in her voice. "Your fath

and her accomplice, Mark Davies, would further cement their victory and Olivia's hum

bad idea, Olivia. A very bad idea. If you k

this entire mess, a part of me, the logical part, didn't want to s

my warning not as advice, but a

said, lifting her chin. "You don't ge

a shrug. "Don't sa

crisp and clean. I was free. I had no money, no family, no company. All I ha

ore than

it. He's walking awa

pidest or the most badas

her about the gala!

ait for the gala. This

he old story. They were hooked on the