looked out the window at the city lights beginning to glow beneath the evening sky. For years, she had believed survival meant enduring quietly. She had thought strength meant not crying when people tried to break her.
Now she understood the final lesson Arthur had left her.
Survival was not the ending.
It was the door.
Power began when she chose to open it.
Daniel placed Arthur’s old fountain pen beside the documents.
“Madam Chairwoman,” he said, “how would you like to proceed?”
Jazelle picked up the pen.
Her hand was steady.
She signed the first audit order, then the second, then the third.
“Everything,” she said. “We start with everything.”
