“Do you need help?” I asked softly.
For the first time, Eleanor Carter let someone else carry the weight.
Afterward, she called me into her office. “You did well,” she said.
“I didn’t do much,” I replied.
“You did more than you think,” she said. “What do you want, Walker?”
The question hit harder than I expected. I realized I wanted more than survival. I wanted purpose. Respect. Impact.
The months that followed transformed me. I was no longer a rookie. I stood beside Eleanor in meetings, traveled on business trips, became her right hand. Whispers followed me—but I no longer felt like an outsider.
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