Chapter 17
Six months passed by,
with absolute perfect peace,
for the Sterling Group.
The shipping lanes flourished,
new ports were opened,
in South America too.
Clara sat in office,
looking at quarterly profits,
which broke all records.
Marco entered the room,
holding a silver tray,
with a single letter.
The envelope was thick,
made of expensive parchment,
with a wax seal.
It bore the emblem,
of the Maritime Alliance,
the highest global authority.
Clara broke the seal,
reading the elegant text,
inviting her to Paris.
They wanted to award,
her the golden anchor,
for outstanding business leadership.
It was the highest,
honor in shipping world,
never given to women.
"This is a trap,
or an honor Boss?"
Marco asked with curiosity,
leaning against the wall.
Clara smiled beautifully bright,
her confidence shining through,
without any hesitation left.
"It is an acknowledgment,
that we have won,
the entire global game."
"We are going to,
Paris next week Marco,
prepare the grand dress."
She wanted to stand,
before the world's elite,
as the undisputed queen.
She deserved this moment,
after all the tears,
and the dangerous battles.
The preparations began quickly,
designers flew to town,
creating a masterpiece gown.
It was deep midnight,
blue with silver threads,
resembling the starry ocean.
Clara looked in mirror,
seeing a powerful woman,
strong and completely independent.
The helpless girl was,
truly gone forever now,
replaced by a force,
that nothing could stop,
May you like
not even the strongest,
storms of the sea.
