Dante

After the meeting reports came in, I started noticing things differently. Valeria’s name appeared more and more often in the documents that crossed my desk. Her decisions were firm, her instructions clear, and even the men I trusted most had begun to take her seriously. They didn’t question her orders. They followed them.

I began giving her small responsibilities—at first, things that seemed harmless. Reviewing supply chains. Overseeing a few shipments. Signing off on minor ...