Clara
The morning had started perfectly. For the first time in a long time, I felt things were moving in the right direction.
Boston had been a success, the new headquarters was up and running… The investors were satisfied, the press was raving about the expansion. And for some reason I still didn't quite understand… I felt happy, truly happy.
I was sitting behind my desk, flipping through a business magazine, when a photograph appeared, taking up two full pages.
My photograph, the one from Boston, the one from the inauguration.
I smiled… I still found it hard to believe that the elegant woman in front of the microphone was me.
I read it several times. The headlines spoke of leadership, recovery, resilience, of a businesswoman who had survived an accident and returned stronger than
