Chapter 63

Beatrix's point of view

The morning sun filled my home office, bathing the pristine white furniture in golden light that should have been soothing. Instead, I stared at my tablet screen, my chest so tight I could barely breathe. The headline of the Wall Street Journal's business section screamed at me in bold black letters:

**WINSLOW INDUSTRIES TO RESCUE NAVARRO SHIPPING WITH $100M INV