A renewed hope.

Victoria's pov.

Each passing day draws us closer to the deadline the bank has given the company and even with the possibility around us, we weren't sure of anyone yet.

The last thing I wanted was to let my husband's legacy crumble. The company was the only inheritance he had left for me and our son.

I stayed up all through the night surfing the Internet and reading journals in preparation for tomorrow's meeting with Parker's group. If the need arises for us to address the congregation, I wanted to be sure I was ready.

Even though Maxwell had insisted we give the presentation our best shot and see what it brings, I had another plan in mind. I wouldn't risk my husband's legacy on the table of mere wish.

I could feel tears welling down my cheeks as I stared at Raymond's photo on the wall. He was the best husband and father any could wished for and if he was here with me, he would never let me go through such. He always had a way of easing his family's worries. After his demise, I