Naomi's POV

Morning of the Meeting

I stared at my reflection longer than usual, not out of vanity, but reverence.

A soft navy suit with gold-lined cuffs. Modest but striking. My hair coiled into a smooth bun, A pair of pearl earrings my mother once wore to my father's first company anniversary dinner.

"Mommy, you look like a boss," Miranda said, poking her head into the room.

I turned, smiled. "That's because today, I have to be one."

Raymond walked in behind her, "Not have to, You ...