Chapter 65 - The First Seat at the Table Forever
Autumn returned to Ohio with crisp mornings and golden sunlight blanketing the Hartwell State campus. It was a bright, perfect Tuesday when Chloe walked up the stone steps of Whitmore Hall for the first lecture of the new academic year.
Outside room 112, the brass plaque shone brilliantly in the morning light: The Watson Lecture Hall — Room 112. "An economy runs on hands it refuses to look at."
She pushed open the heavy oak doors and stepped inside. The amphitheater was packed to maximum capacity from front to back. Students sat in the aisles, laptops open, eager minds ready to challenge conventional economic dogma and reshape the world.
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Chloe placed her briefcase on the oak podium, picked up a piece of pristine white chalk, and turned to face her class. There were no empty seats in the back. There were no invisible people hiding in the dark corners. Every single person was seated at the table, and the grand, complex equation of her life had balanced out to absolute, unshakeable perfection.
"Good morning, everyone," Chloe smiled, her voice clear, confident, and resonant. "Let's begin."
