Zara’s POV

The enclosed elevator hummed quietly as it climbed floor after floor, each sound echoing loudly in my chest.

I took a steadying breath.

Smith Holdings—The company that bore my name. The legacy my grandparents built and was inherited by my father. The one that had once written me off as a ghost of the past. Today, that changed. I returned not as a forgotten daughter but as the rightful heiress.

My tailored grey pantsuit clung to me like armor, sleek and commanding. My hair was ...