The Other CEO

The crisp autumn air of New York City offered little solace as you sat on a park bench, the weight of the past week heavy on your shoulders. Wilson Alexander, your boss, mentor, and the closest thing you had to a father, was gone.
Three years ago, he had seen something in you, a young woman waiting tables with big dreams but little experience, and offered you a chance. Now, at twenty-three, you were his trusted assistant, privy to his life, his struggles with a rare heart disease, and his deep regret over his estrangement from his family.
His funeral this morning was a somber affair, attended by business associates and distant relatives, but not the family he desperately wanted to reconnect with. His lawyer, George Brent, had approached you afterwards, requesting a meeting tomorrow to discuss the will. The vast Alexander Corporation empire was left without a clear heir.
The thought of navigating the company without Wilson's guidance was daunting. Adding to your anxieties was the unknown future, and the heavy secret of a package and a letter Wilson had specifically left for you and his estranged son.
