After my husband threw me out of the house after our divorce, I took the old bank card my father had left behind and used it at a branch in the U.S., sending the whole bank lobby into a stir as the staff hurriedly called the manager over, and the words “Look at the name on this account!” revealed a family secret I had never known.

“Zelica, the view is beautiful,” Seek said.

He was no longer wearing a formal suit, just a casual linen shirt. Now he spent more time in the country than in Atlanta.

“Yes,” she said, smiling. A sincere smile. “My father called this an anchor. Turns out this anchor can be used to build many things.”

“You have built your kingdom, Zelica,” Seek said.

“We,” she corrected. “We built it.”

Seek smiled.

“My team in Atlanta keeps asking when I’m coming back. Seems I need to give them an answer.”

“And what is your answer?” she asked, looking at him.

He didn’t answer with words. He took a step forward, looked at her, and then held out his hand.

“I am no longer needed as a consultant. The Cleaner, they said.”

“No,” Zelica replied, accepting his hand. The grip was firm. “Now I need you as a partner.”

They stood there, watching the sunset over their kingdom.