The banner outside the building read "Carter Consulting Group" in letters three feet tall, and I couldn't stop staring at it.
My name. My company. Built from the ashes of everything Ethan destroyed.
"You're going to give yourself an aneurysm if you keep holding your breath like that," Harper said beside me, adjusting the collar of my blazer for the third time.
I exhaled. "What if nobody shows up?"
"Then we drink all the champagne ourselves and call it a victory." She stepped back, examined me critically. "You look powerful. Intimidating. Hot in a CEO way."
"That's not a thing."
"It absolutely is. Trust me, half the people coming today are hoping to see the woman who took down Ethan Carter. The other half want to see if you're actually good at your job or just lucky."
"Great. No pres
