"If you're dissatisfied with my work, you're welcome to fire me," Veronica said calmly, meeting Frank's indignant glare with unwavering composure.

Frank Elias stood blocking her path to the elevator, his face flushed with anger. "Ms. Murray, these contracts were specifically marked as urgent by Mr. Dennis himself."

"And I'll handle them first thing tomorrow morning," she replied, adjusting her purse strap on her shoulder. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

The confident authority in her voice made Frank step aside, though his expression remained thunderous. As the elevator doors closed on his scowling face, Veronica released a slow breath. The old Veronica would have cancelled her plans, stayed late, and completed the work without question. But that Veronica no longer existed.

In the parking garage, her phone chimed with a text from her grandmother: "Made your favorite dessert too. Don't be late!"

A genuine smile touched her lips as she slid into her car. For the first time in years, she was choosing her own family over the demands of the Dennis empire.

"She just walked out!" Frank fumed to Bradley the next morning, pacing the break room. "Like the company policies don't apply to her!"

Bradley Cameron stirred his coffee thoughtfully. "That doesn't sound like Ms. Murray. She's always been exceptionally dedicated."

"Well, not anymore," Frank scoffed. "I'm reporting it to Mr. Dennis."

When Frank knocked on Cullen's office door thirty minutes later, the CEO barely glanced up from his computer. "What is it?"

"Sir, regarding Ms. Murray's behavior yesterday—"

"Get to the point, Elias."

Frank straightened his tie. "She refused to complete the urgent contract reviews and left early without authorization. It's a clear violation of company policy."

Cullen's expression remained impassive. "And?"

"I… thought you should be aware, sir."

"Are you incapable of handling personnel issues according to protocol?" Cullen asked coldly. "If there's a performance concern, document it and follow the standard disciplinary procedures."

Before Frank could respond, Cullen's phone rang. Glancing at the screen, his demeanor instantly softened.

"Excuse me," he said, dismissing Frank with a wave. As Frank retreated, he heard Cullen's voice change completely. "Niall, I was just thinking about you."

The office door closed firmly behind him.

"He didn't even care," Frank muttered, returning to his desk.

Bradley looked up from his computer. "Did you know Ms. Murray submitted her resignation last week? It's already been processed by HR."

Frank's jaw dropped. "She what? Does Mr. Dennis know?"

"Apparently not," Bradley replied with a raised eyebrow. "And judging by his reaction to your complaint, he hasn't noticed."

The Murray family home stood in stark contrast to the sleek modernity of Dennis Pinnacle. The modest two-story house with its well-tended garden had been Mary Jayden's pride for over forty years. As Veronica approached the front door, the familiar scents of her grandmother's cooking wrapped around her like an embrace.

"There's my girl!" Mary exclaimed, pulling Veronica into a tight hug. At seventy-two, Mary still carried herself with remarkable vitality, though her once-dark hair had long since turned silver.

"Something smells amazing," Veronica said, following her grandmother into the kitchen.

"You look thinner than last week," Mary observed, her keen eyes taking in Veronica's appearance. "Are you eating properly?"

Before Veronica could answer, heavy footsteps announced her uncle's arrival.

"Ver!" Phillip Murray entered the kitchen, his tired smile brightening his weathered face. Once a commanding presence in the family business, recent years had bent his shoulders and deepened the lines around his eyes.

"Uncle Phillip." She embraced him, noting how much frailer he felt than just months ago. "How's everything at the office?"

His smile faltered slightly. "Oh, you know… we're managing."

But Veronica knew better. Murray Corporation had been struggling for years, the once-thriving family business now barely staying afloat. Her father's departure had started the decline, and the economic downturn had accelerated it.

Throughout dinner, Veronica observed her uncle carefully. His laugh didn't reach his eyes, and she caught him absently massaging his left arm several times—a gesture she recognized from her grandmother's heart scare last year.

"Uncle Phillip, why don't we take a walk?" she suggested after they'd finished dessert.

The evening air was cool as they strolled along the tree-lined street. For several minutes, they walked in companionable silence.

"How bad is it?" Veronica finally asked.

Phillip's shoulders slumped. "That obvious, huh?"

"I saw the industry reports," she admitted. "And you look exhausted."

He sighed heavily. "We're three months from bankruptcy if something doesn't change. I've tried everything, Ver. Loans, restructuring… I can't even pay our vendors on time anymore."

Veronica nodded, having suspected as much. "What about the employees?"

"Forty-seven families depend on us," Phillip said, his voice thick with emotion. "People who've been with the company for decades. I can't let them down."

They reached a small neighborhood park and sat on a bench overlooking the playground where Veronica had spent countless childhood afternoons.

"I have something for you," she said quietly, reaching into her purse. She pulled out a bank card and pressed it into his hand.

Phillip looked down at it, confused. "What's this?"

"It's linked to an account with three million dollars," she explained. "It should be enough to pay off the immediate debts and stabilize operations while you reorganize."

His eyes widened in shock. "Ver, I can't possibly accept this. This is your money—"

"It's the money from our joint account. I transferred it to my personal savings when I moved out. I never touched it, but Murray Corporation needs it now," she interrupted gently. "I never touched it because I didn't need it. Now I know why I was saving it."

Phillip stared at the card in his trembling hand. "I don't know if I can ever repay this."

"You don't need to," Veronica said firmly. "But I do have one condition."

"Anything."

"Let me help restructure the company," she said. "I'm returning to work with Dario at our tech firm, but I can devote time to Murray Corporation as well. Between us, we can save it."

Phillip's eyes glistened with unshed tears. "You know, you're just like your grandmother—too stubborn to give up on family."

Veronica smiled, feeling more purposeful than she had in years. "Some things are worth fighting for."

It was past midnight when Cullen entered the darkened villa. Carlos Asher appeared silently in the hallway, offering a glass of water.

"Sabrina is asleep, sir," the butler informed him. "She waited until ten, but then retired for the night."

Cullen nodded. "Thank you, Carlos. That will be all."

He climbed the stairs wearily, loosening his tie. Pausing at Sabrina's door, he cracked it open to see his daughter sleeping peacefully, her small face illuminated by the night light.

"Daddy?" she murmured sleepily, her eyes fluttering open.

"I'm home, Sa," he whispered, stepping into the room. "Go back to sleep."

She nodded drowsily. "Is Mommy home too?"

The question caught him off guard. "No. Not yet."

Sabrina didn't seem surprised, already drifting back to sleep. "Kay. G'night."

Cullen continued to his bedroom at the end of the hall. As he reached for the door handle, he suddenly realized the room beyond was completely dark—no light from the bathroom, no soft glow from the reading lamp Veronica usually kept on when he worked late.

He pushed open the door and paused on the threshold, his hand automatically reaching for the light switch. The overhead light revealed an immaculately made bed that hadn't been slept in, the room perfectly ordered and untouched.

For a long moment, Cullen stood motionless in the doorway, staring at the empty room.