“Your mother is gone. Tears won’t bring her back—so wipe your face, make dinner, and don’t look like a grieving child when my guests arrive.” That was what my husband said.

I entered the boardroom. The room was large, cool, and dominated by a long oval mahogany table. Around the table sat elderly directors and auditors with decades of experience. I would never have even imagined entering this room before, but today I walked in with my head held high. Mr. Harrison stood to greet me and invited me to sit at the head of the table, the seat that had been empty, my mother’s seat. When I sat down, everyone fell silent, awaiting my instructions. With a calm but firm voice, I began the meeting. I discussed the company’s new vision, fairer employee welfare policies, and the eradication of the corrupt practices that had proliferated under the previous management.