Eighteen months later, Cresthaven Holdings was profitable again.

Every missing pension payment had been restored with interest.

I built stronger financial controls, put employee representatives on the ethics committee, and renamed the company scholarship for my grandfather.

One spring evening, another black box arrived at my office. Inside was the card I’d sent to Sienna.

Beneath my original message, she had written two words. You won.

I turned the card over and wrote back: No.