Elena’s POV

The sun pours through the wide windows of Whitmore Industries, golden light spilling across the office that once belonged to my grandmother, the office that now belongs to me. I sit behind her desk for the first time, the weight of her legacy and the future of this company pressing firmly against my shoulders. The polished wood beneath my fingertips feels both familiar and foreign, a reminder of her presence and a challenge to my own. This is my place now, though it still feels ...