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CHAPTER 20
The next few days felt like a blur, a whirlwind of lawyers, meetings, and sleepless nights. The lawsuit was a massive blow, but I wasn’t about to let it crush me. If anything, it lit a fire inside me. This wasn’t the end of Lyson’s Company. It couldn’t be.
I spent hours with our legal team, going over every detail, every possible defense. As much as I hated the situation, I had to admit, there was a strange sense of clarity that came with it. For once, I had no choice but to focus solely on the company and its survival. There was no room for doubt, no time for distractions.
But in the midst of the chaos, something else stirred inside me—a new kind of resolve. Over the years, I had worked tirelessly to make my mark in this industry, and while I had built something I was proud of, I knew it wasn’t enough. Not yet. There was more I could do. More I wanted to do.
It wasn’t just about the company anymore. It was about creating something bigger than myself, something that would outlast any lawsuit or rivalry. I wanted to leave a legacy, one that would help other women like me. Women who had fought their way into boardrooms and conference calls, only to be underestimated and sidelined.
I started to focus on expanding our reach, not just in terms of profit or market share, but in how we could lift others up. I’d been given an incredible platform, and it was time to use it for more than just business.
I pitched the idea of an empowerment project to Aethan, who was surprisingly on board. “Lyson’s Women in Leadership Initiative” was born—a program designed to mentor women in male-dominated industries, helping them develop the skills and confidence to succeed. The project would provide training, scholarships, and networking opportunities, all aimed at breaking down the barriers I’d faced when I first started out.
The idea ignited something in me. It felt right. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I wasn’t just reacting to what was happening around me—I was shaping it.
Weeks passed, and the project took off faster than I could have imagined. Women from all walks of life reached out, eager to be part of something bigger. We held workshops and panels, hosted networking events, and even started a podcast featuring female leaders in the industry.
Every success brought me a deep sense of fulfillment. I was helping to create a space where women didn’t have to fight so hard to be seen, where their voices could be heard without interruption. It wasn’t just about the company anymore. It was about changing the landscape for the future.
But while I was building something positive, the threat of the lawsuit still loomed over us. The legal team worked tirelessly, but every day, new challenges arose. The claims against us were serious, and while some of them were unfounded, others had the potential to cause real damage. The stress was constant, but I had learned to compartmentalize it. I couldn’t let it affect the work I was doing with the initiative.
Late one evening, after a long day of meetings, I sat at my desk, going through some final notes for the next workshop. The office was quiet, the lights dimmed, and for the first time in hours, I let myself breathe. I stared at the city skyline outside the window, thinking about how far I had come—and how much further I wanted to go.
My phone buzzed on the desk, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glanced at the screen, my heart skipping a beat when I saw an email from the legal team. It was marked “urgent.”
I opened it, scanning the text quickly, my stomach sinking as I read.
It was a report from our private investigator, someone I had hired a few weeks ago to dig deeper into the origins of the lawsuit. Something about it had never sat right with me. It seemed too well-timed, too calculated. And now, I had the confirmation I needed.
The lawsuit wasn’t random. It wasn’t the result of a competitor trying to take us down. It had been orchestrated, carefully planned to hit us where it would hurt the most.
And the person behind it? Alex.
My vision blurred for a moment as the words sunk in. Alex had done this. He had tried to destroy everything I had worked for, everything I had built. All because of some twisted need to control me, to prove he still had power over my life.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Anger surged through me, hot and fierce. How could he? After everything, how could he stoop this low?
But then, just as quickly as the anger rose, it was replaced by something else. A cold, hard determination. Alex might have tried to take me down, but he had underestimated me. This wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.
I stood up, my mind racing with plans. If Alex thought this lawsuit was going to break me, he had no idea who he was dealing with. I had faced worse than him before, and I had come out stronger every time.
Now, it was time to fight back. And I wasn’t just going to win—I was going to take him down for good.
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