While carrying my children, I worked exhausting eighteen-hour days. Inside a tiny rented apartment, I built a digital marketing company from the ground up while my babies slept next to my desk.
Now my agency had become one of the fastest-growing firms in the nation.
And quietly, my personal fortune had grown to more than triple the Montgomery family’s collapsing wealth.
“Cancel everything on Saturday,” I calmly instructed my assistant. “And contact my tailor.”
“For what reason?”
“I need three custom tuxedos made for my boys.”
I looked once more at the invitation.
