No, I’m not consumed by my past—I’m finally free.
Free of the lies. The secrets. The betrayals.
And no, I’m not apologizing for anything Scottie did. That’s not my cross to carry.
Everyone who played a part did so willingly. That has nothing to do with me.
You know me.
I’m the one chasing four degrees. Double major. Double minor.
The girl who grew up dreaming about owning a hotel.
This? This is my lane.
Renovation? Oh, it'll be a project—but one worth every dime.
Give me the stage, the budget, and the vision—I’ll show you what I can do.
And by the way?
The men you send to meet me? Obvious.
Met his golf buddies from Spain. A few other friends too...
(Note to self: keep studying French and Italian.)
I’m fine.
Once I learn this material, I’m unstoppable.
YOU TAUGHT ME TO RUN A HOTEL.
So now I’ve got ideas—big ones. Like flipping one of the towers into a timeshare or condo model. You know how I get when I’m in my zone.
I’m too old to beg for tuition.
And yeah—I panicked. After Pippen got me deactivated, I panicked.
But then Mayor Goodman and Mayor Berkley stepped in. Held job fairs. Put power behind me.
Six offers came through. But when I heard “Circus Circus”? That was it.
Real talk—I don’t think I’ve ever had a job he (Trump) didn’t influence.
But hey... it’s keeping me busy, staying sharp, and building while I work through my cases.
I’m not done yet. Not even close...
