She checked into the Four Seasons in wet clothes with a battered suitcase and asked for the presidential suite. She did not celebrate. She took a long shower, turned her phone to silent, and slept harder than she had in years. When she woke the next morning, sunlight spilled across the marble and her phone screen was flooded with eighty-three missed calls. Her mother, her father, Harrison, Naomi. All frantic. All desperate. The same people who had watched her shiver in the snow were suddenly calling her sweetheart.
Then Olivia saw the headline.
A little-known data security startup had been acquired for two hundred million dollars, and her twenty-three percent stake had made her an instant multimillionaire. The family who had thrown her out the night before had just realized they had exiled the richest person among them.
They tracked her to the hotel before breakfast.