The heavy glass doors slammed shut behind Victoria, cutting off her screaming voice completely. The lobby fell into a quiet, peaceful calm.
Receptionist: Miss Soumour... what would you like us to do now?
Sarah: First, cancel the pending sale of this resort to the overseas syndicate. We are keeping every single employee on staff.
Receptionist: Right away, ma'am! Anything else?
Sarah: Call a meeting with all department heads in one hour. We have a lot of damage to undo, but we're starting fresh today.
Sarah picked up the silver medallion from the front desk counter and wiped the dust off its polished face. It sparkled brightly under the grand crystal chandeliers of the lobby.
Sarah: Dad... it took five years, but your home is finally safe again.
She turned around to face the resort staff, her eyes clear and full of strength despite the bruises on her skin. For the first time in five long years, Sarah was no longer running. She was finally home, standing tall on the floor her father built.
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