The Miller Tech IPO was scheduled for that morning, at the exact same time I was supposed to sign my divorce papers.
I arrived at the government building at nine-thirty and found Tyler already waiting there with Cordelia and Brielle.
My mother-in-law was wearing oversized sunglasses and exuded the same haughty energy of a queen visiting a peasant village.
“Well, look at this, she actually showed up to face the music,” Cordelia sneered.
“I’m here to finish what should have ended years ago,” I replied calmly.
Tyler looked at me with a confused expression, sensing a change in my posture that he couldn’t quite explain.
I wasn’t the woman who bowed her head anymore or whispered so as not to disturb the “distinguished” family peace.
I took a ticket from the kiosk and sat down to wait.
My phone buzzed again with a message stating that the media was already gathering at the exchange.
“Are you still playing on that toy as if you have important business to attend to?” Brielle mocked.
I ignored her completely until the clerk finally called our number.
“Reason for the filing?” the clerk asked without looking up.
“Uncontested divorce,” I stated firmly.
Tyler handed over the folder of documents, and the woman began typing our information into the state database.
Suddenly, she paused and frowned at the screen before looking back at me.
“Wait a moment, is your name Jordan Miller?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“Jordan Elizabeth Miller?”
I felt Tyler tense up beside me as the clerk began typing much faster with a newfound sense of urgency.
Cordelia let out a loud, impatient sigh.
“Is there a problem with her paperwork? We don’t have all day for this.”
The clerk didn’t look at her, instead turning her monitor slightly to verify an official digital seal.
“Ms. Miller, are you the founder and CEO of Miller Tech Systems?”
The room went deathly silent as if the oxygen had been sucked out of the building.
Tyler blinked in shock while Brielle’s smirk vanished instantly.
“A CEO? Please, this woman barely knew which fork to use for salad when she moved in,” Cordelia laughed.
The official didn’t find it funny and kept her eyes glued to the financial records.
“It says here she is the primary shareholder and legal representative of the firm.”
Tyler leaned over the desk to see for himself.
“There has to be a mistake in the system.”
“I don’t think so,” the clerk replied.