Page 11 of Worship Him

I turn away from the window and walk back to my desk, running my fingers over the polished wood.

Every scratch and scuff on this desk tells a story—late nights, frantic coding sessions, and moments of triumph. My company became my life’s work, my legacy.

It might be facing challenges now, but I've faced worse before and come out on top every time.

My phone buzzes yet again—a message from Thomas confirming our next meeting with Barrett.

Perfect.

This whole thing has been dragging on longer than I should have allowed it; it's time to cut through the red tape and get it over with.

I return to the window, letting the last rays of sunlight wash over me. No matter what happens next—with Destiny or this company—I won’t let anyone or anything bring me down.

The city below continues its endless hustle as I stand there, unyielding in my resolve.

One way or another, SynapseX will continue to thrive. My empire might be shaken, but it's far from falling. I'll make sure of that.

5

DESTINY

Istand in front of the mirror, adjusting my blazer for the hundredth time. My reflection stares back at me, a mix of determination and anxiety etched across my face.

The sound of Avery's soft coos drifts from the nursery, tugging at my heartstrings.

"You've got this, Destiny," I mutter to myself, smoothing down my unruly curls. "It's just a meeting. You've done this a million times before."

But it's not just a meeting. It's my first time leaving Avery since she was born. The thought makes my stomach churn.

The doorbell rings, jolting me from my thoughts. I hurry to answer it, my heels clicking against the hardwood floor.

"Hey, girl!" My assistant and friend, Jasmine, breezes in, her arms laden with folders and a laptop bag. "Ready for your grand return?"

I force a smile. "As ready as I'll ever be."

She sets her things down and gives me a once-over. "Damn, motherhood looks good on you. That outfit is fire."

"Thanks," I say, glancing down at my tailored suit. "I figured I should look the part if I'm going to convince everyone I haven't lost my edge."

"Please," Jasmine scoffs. "You could show up in sweatpants and still run circles around those guys."

A cry erupts from the nursery, and I instinctively take a step towards it.

She puts a hand on my arm. "I've got this. You finish getting ready."

I hesitate, torn between my baby and my career. "Are you sure? I mean, I could probably reschedule-"

"Nuh-uh," she cuts me off. "This meeting is crucial, and you know it. Your next line won't design itself."

She's right, of course. I've been putting this off for too long, letting my team handle everything while I focused on Avery. But now it's time to step up.

I take a deep breath. "Okay. You're right. I'll just go check on her one more time."

"One more time," Jasmine agrees, following me to the nursery.

Avery's big brown eyes light up when she sees me, and my heart melts. I scoop her up, inhaling her sweet baby scent.

"Mommy has to go to work now, cupcake," I whisper, kissing her forehead. "But I'll be back before you know it."

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