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Three years after the global rollout of Project Horizon, Harrison Technologies was no longer just a multi-trillion-dollar tech conglomerate; it was universally recognized as the ethical anchor of the modern world.

It was a brilliant Saturday afternoon in late spring. The sun washed over the sprawling, historic lawns of the Harrison Estate in upstate New York, illuminating a magnificent, joyous celebration.

Hundreds of guests—leading scientists, international diplomats, philanthropic partners, and working-class families whose lives had been transformed by our educational initiatives—gathered beneath massive white silk tents spread across the green hills.

I stood near the edge of the terrace, wearing a simple, elegant ivory silk dress that moved softly in the breeze. My hair was styled in loose waves, and the faint shadow on my cheek from years ago was nothing more than a distant, faded memory.

My father walked up beside me, holding two crystal flutes of sparkling cider. He handed one to me, clinking his glass against mine with a soft, resonant ring.

"To the architect of a better world," my father toasted softly, his eyes shining with unadulterated paternal pride.

"To the man who taught me how to hold the sky," I smiled, taking a sip of the cider.

Across the lawn, children laughed and played around a newly constructed public science pavilion—a fully funded educational center we had built in the local county, named in honor of my mother.

Marcus Vance walked over, looking sharp in a summer suit, holding a digital tablet. "Boss, the Prime Minister of Japan is on the secure line. He wants to discuss our upcoming expansion into renewable energy grids across the Pacific basin."

I couldn't help a small laugh, shaking my head. "Tell the Prime Minister that renewable energy is on the agenda for Monday morning. Today, I am officially out of office."

"Understood," Marcus grinned, slipping the tablet back into his jacket pocket. "Enjoy your day off, Evangeline. You've earned it."

As Marcus walked away to mingle with the guests, I looked out across the sunlit estate, taking in the absolute peace, security, and unshakeable power that surrounded me.

I had entered the St. Jude Gala six months before as a girl in a forty-dollar yellow dress, searching for a love that didn't exist. I had left it as a daughter of the empire, stripped of my illusions but armored in my true strength.