I understood the assumption.

It is the shape these stories are supposed to take: the discounted woman rises to rule the empire that scorned her.

But I did not want the empire.

I had never wanted the empire.

Draycott Holdings was the machine that had nearly ground me and my daughter into a private settlement, and my victory was not in seizing the machine but in being free of the need for it.

So I kept my thirty-five percent, and my oversight, and my seat at the table that could never again be taken from me — and then I hired good people to handle it, and I went home to raise my daughter near the one person who had driven four hours through the dark for me.