Elena stepped out of the neat black car, her heels hitting the pavement with practiced confidence.

She moved with a certain elegance, like she owned the place.

The school grounds looked exactly as she remembered, the fresh green lawns, polished signs, and children laughing in clusters. But she wasn’t here for nostalgia.

Her father had asked her to drop by before the board meeting. She didn’t need a reason to visit, though. The school was destined to be hers when her father steps down. But for now, she had her priorities elsewhere.

She made her way through the main building, nodding at staff who still recognized her. Being the daughter...