Chapter 99

• “Do you think they’d be proud of us?” Funmi’s voice broke through the hum of the office, where the soft glow of the city lights reflected off the polished mahogany desk.
• I looked up from the stack of documents in front of me, my gaze locking onto hers. She stood by the window, arms crossed, her silhouette illuminated by the Manhattan skyline. The question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of everything we’d been through.
• “They’d be damn proud,” I said, setting my pen down. “Not just of what we’ve built, but how we’ve fought for it.”