Rachel’s POV

I walked into the board meeting room, my heels clicking on the polished floor with the guards Darius assigned to me flanking me, their presence commanding respect.

I was dressed in a tailored suit, my hair styled perfectly, exuding confidence even though I was dying with nervousness.

I haven’t felt this part of me for years. The Rachel Beaumont spark was quenched; reigniting it is a tough one, but I would eventually because it was who I was and will forever be.

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