“You heard me right. Draft the proposal first. I’ll make the announcement at tomorrow’s shareholders’ meeting.”
Walton was fuming. “Dorothea, you’re not the only shareholder in this company! Sure, you’re the biggest one, but you can’t control what the rest of us decide. I want to see if you really have the guts to fire me tomorrow.”
Dorothea looked at him, calm and collected, a small smile tugging at her lips. “Alright. Let’s see what happens then.”
...
Dorothea stopped by the business department, said a quick goodbye to Lenard, and left.
Everyone in the office could feel that something was up.
“Lenard, did Dorothea just get into it with Walton?”
People were whispering, trying to figure out how Dorothea even dared to stand up to Walton. She was just a director, after all.
Lenard just smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “Go back and read up on the hotel’s history. Did you all forget that the founder’s last name was Lane too?”
Everyone froze. The realization hit all at once—Dorothea was actually a descendant of the founder.
...
After leaving work, Dorothea drove straight to the nursing home.
“Dorothea? It’s so late. What brings you here?”
Pauline looked up with concern. “Have you eaten yet? Should I ask the nurse to get you something?”
Dorothea gave her a soft smile. “That would be great. Thank you.”
She smiled at the nurse, who nodded and hurried off.
This nursing home was really nice. Dorothea had arranged for her grandmother to have her own caregiver, someone who looked after her and only her. It cost twice as much as the standard care, but Dorothea never minded. She was busy with work most of the time, so this was how she tried to make up for it and show she cared.
“Grandma, I missed you. I just wanted to see you.”

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