bOLIVIA’S /bPOV

I wasn’t done with that bitch yet, I thought to myself as I stood in front of the full–length mirror, adjusting the cor of my deep navy power suit. bMy /bbhair /bwas perfectly pinned back, perfectly taken care of by my own personal stylist, bmy /bstylist always came before I left for workb, /bI had tried taking care of bmy /bown hair in the past band /bit did not work out well, there was always bno /btime to finishb, /beven when all I had to do was roll it up on a bbun /b

My earrings were subtle but elegant, and my heels clicked authoritatively with every step. ra istood /iby the door with her tablet in handb, /balready dressed sharply, ready to trail me like a shadow.

b“/bYou look stunning, ma’am,” she said with a proud nod.

b“/bThank you,” I replied, brushing an invisible crease off my sleeve. “Let’s go.”

As we stepped out of the mansion, the early morning sun bounced off the polished windshields of the cars waiting in my convoy. Armored Maybach stood at the center, nked by four other sleek vehicles. My security team, dressed in sharp suits withms in their ears, quickly moved to position.

Doors opened.

Engines hummed.

And the convoy rolled out onto the streets of Mexico like ba /bsilent storm.

We drove past neighborhoods and high–end districts, and heads turned as we passed. ke Enterprise was a name thatmanded respect–and fear.

And bI /bwas its face.

When we pulled into the driveway of ke Tower, the massive 40–story ss building that served as our headquarters, I can still remember the first time I saw this building. I was surprised by the look alone, it was so beautiful that my jaw dropped and stayed that way for over 5 minutes.

My dad had to tap me and bring me back to reality, and when we went in, I was also shocked to see that the man I knew in the house bwasn’t /bthe same

man who was walking ahead of me in this building.

Everyone respected him so much, and I saw why he wasn’t as nice and loving to others as he was to me, even at his age younger people feared him.

And even up until now for how many years I still admire the beauty of thispany, my father did an amazing job building this.

It was like time stopped. At the grand entrance, four men in tailored charcoal–gray suits stood in a line, waiting. As soon as the door opened and my heels touched the marble pavement, they bowed in unison.

“Good morning, Chairwoman ke,” one of them greeted respectfully.

“Morning,” I said without slowing my pace. My presence did all the speaking for me.

Therge double doors opened, and as I walked into the building, the bustling lobby fell into silence. Phones lowered, conversations stopped mid- sentence, and every eye turned toward me. I didn’t need to say a word. I didn’t even need to look their way. The only sound that echoed was the rhythmic click of my heels on the marble floor as I walked confidently toward the elevator, ra close behind.

This was the kind of respect and fear–I had worked years to build.