December 30th
Two weeks had passed since Samuel Walters' funeral, and on the surface, very little had changed in Evelyn's life.
Her days had settled into a quiet rhythm.
Mornings were spent with Oliver, who insisted on supervising her breakfast choices like a tiny nutritionist with questionable credentials.
Afternoons were reserved for studying the Walters Group documents stacked neatly on her desk—financial reports, long-term strategies, and board meeting summaries she would officially inherit next year.
It was overwhelming, but also grounding. This was her responsibility now, and she was determined not to fail it.
In between, Evelyn worked discreetly with Oscar again. Only minor jobs. Background checks, data verification, harmless digging. Nothing involving influential figures or dangerous waters. After everything that had happened, she had learned the value of caution, something Oscar teased her endlessly about.
