The woman who did not need them to believe in her.
The woman he had been quietly protecting all along.
The woman who walked into Conference Room B with a black dress, tired eyes, and one last fragile hope.
And walked out with seven buildings, a folder full of truth, and a dollar that finally made perfect sense.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction created for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance to real persons, events, or places is coincidental.