Chapter 18
The city of Paris,
was exceptionally beautiful at,
this time of year.
The Grand Palais glowed,
with thousands of lights,
welcoming the international guests.
Limos lined up outside,
dropping off billionaires and,
powerful government officials alike.
Clara stepped out elegantly,
her stunning blue dress,
catching every single camera.
The flashbulbs blinded eyes,
as reporters shouted names,
wanting a brief statement.
She walked up steps,
with grace and dignity,
Marco close behind her.
He wore a classic,
black tuxedo looking sharp,
as a trusted guardian.
The grand ballroom inside,
was a sea of,
tuxedos and diamond necklaces.
People turned to look,
whispering as she passed,
filled with deep admiration.
She was the legend,
who overthrew the Vances,
and conquered the markets.
The head of Alliance,
stepped onto grand stage,
holding the golden award.
"Tonight we honor bravery,
innovation and supreme leadership,"
his voice echoed loudly.
"Please welcome Clara Sterling,
CEO of Sterling Group."
The applause shook room,
as she walked up,
the grand marble stairs.
She accepted the heavy,
golden anchor trophy gracefully,
turning to the crowd.
She looked at faces,
seeing respect and awe,
in every single eye.
"This belongs to those,
who believe in freedom,"
she spoke into microphone,
"and those who fight,
to clear the waters."
The crowd stood up,
cheering for the queen,
of the open seas.
Her victory was absolute,
May you like
recognized by the world,
under the Parisian sky.
