“Traditional family structure,” Dad said bluntly. “The sons taking over from the father. The daughter in a supporting role.”
The room went very quiet.
“Supporting role?” I repeated.
“Just for the party,” Mom said quickly. “Just to avoid confusion.”
“What kind of supporting role?”
Mom consulted her notes again, not meeting my eyes.
“Well… Derek and Marcus will give speeches about the company’s future. They’ll sit at the head table with your father and grandfather. They’ll participate in the ceremonial aspects of the evening.”
“And me?”
“You’ll be helping coordinate things,” Mom said. “Making sure everything runs smoothly. You’ve always been so good at that.”
The audacity was breathtaking.
“Let me make sure I understand,” I said slowly. “You want me to play hostess at a party celebrating my promotion to CEO while my brothers accept credit for achievements they didn’t earn in front of people who now work for me.”
“It’s not about credit,” Dad said defensively. “It’s about maintaining relationships. About presenting a unified family front.”
“A front that erases my actual role in this company.”
“Just for one evening,” Mom said. “Just until people adjust to the changes.”
I sat there for a moment, processing the request.
Three weeks ago, I might have agreed. I might have convinced myself it was for the good of the company, or that it didn’t matter what people thought as long as I knew the truth.
But three weeks of actually being CEO had changed something in me.
“No,” I said simply.
“No,” Mom repeated.
“No.” I looked at them both. “I won’t pretend to be something I’m not to make other people comfortable with reality.”
“Paige, be reasonable,” Dad said. “These relationships matter. Image matters.”
“You’re right,” I said. “Image does matter. And the image you’re suggesting is that this company is still run by the boys’ club that’s been making the wrong decisions for years. That’s not what we’re doing.”
“That’s not what we’re suggesting,” Mom protested.
“Isn’t it? You want me to serve drinks while Derek gives speeches about a future he won’t be controlling. You want me to coordinate details while Marcus accepts congratulations for successes he didn’t achieve. How is that not exactly what you’re suggesting?”
The silence stretched.
“What do you want us to do?” Dad asked finally.
“I want you to introduce me as the CEO. I want Derek and Marcus to be introduced in their actual roles. I want the speeches and presentations to reflect reality instead of what you wish reality was.”
“People will be surprised,” Mom said weakly.
“People will adjust,” I said, “the same way they adjust to every other change in business.”
“Some of them won’t like it,” Dad warned.
“Then they’re welcome to take their business elsewhere.” My voice stayed calm. “But I won’t run a company while pretending someone else is in charge.”
Mom looked like she might cry. “This isn’t how I imagined this party going.”
“I know,” I said gently. “But maybe it’s time to start imagining things differently.”
We sat in silence for several minutes before Dad spoke again.
“You’re not going to compromise on this, are you?”
“Would you?” I asked. “If you were in my position?”
He considered that for a long moment.
“No,” he said finally. “No, I probably wouldn’t.”
Mom gathered up her planning materials with shaky hands. “I suppose I need to revise some things.”
“Mom,” I said softly, “this doesn’t have to be painful. It can be a celebration of what I’ve actually accomplished instead of a performance of what you thought would happen.”
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
“I’m proud of you, sweetheart. I really am. I… I just don’t know how to show it anymore.”
“Start with the truth,” I suggested. “That’s always a good place to begin.”
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The day of the party arrived with all the subtlety of a natural disaster.
I spent the morning at the office handling last-minute crises and trying to pretend I wasn’t nervous about the evening ahead. The venue had been transformed into something out of a magazine—elegant lighting, perfectly arranged flowers, and enough champagne to float a small yacht.
By four o’clock, I couldn’t concentrate on work anymore. I went home to get ready, choosing a midnight-blue dress that struck the right balance between professional and elegant.
As I applied my makeup, I caught my reflection in the mirror. The woman looking back at me was different from the one who’d started this job three weeks ago—more confident, more certain, more visible.
My phone rang.
“Marcus. How are you holding up?” he asked.
“Fine. Why wouldn’t I be fine?”
“Because in three hours, you’re going to be in a room full of people who’ve known you as William’s quiet granddaughter for your entire life. And now they have to think of you as their CEO.”
“When you put it like that,” I said, “it sounds almost fun.”
Marcus laughed.
“You know what I realized today?”
“What?”
“I’ve never seen you nervous about anything. Not work, not family drama, not even today. How do you do that?”
“Who says I’m not nervous?”
“Are you?”
I considered the question seriously.
“I’m not nervous about my ability to do the job,” I said. “I’m nervous about other people’s ability to accept that I’m doing it.”
“That’s their problem, not yours.”
“Is it?” I asked. “Because if they can’t accept it, it becomes a business problem. And business problems are my responsibility.”
“Fair point.” He paused. “Derek’s not coming.”
“What?”
“He called an hour ago. Said he can’t handle being at a party where he has to watch other people congratulate you for the job he thought was his.”
I felt a pang of something—disappointment, maybe. Or sadness.
“Is he okay?”
“He will be. But he’s still processing. Give him time.”
After we hung up, I sat on my bed for a few minutes thinking about Derek. Despite everything, I’d wanted him there tonight—not to upstage him or prove a point, but because he was my brother, because this was supposed to be a family celebration.
But maybe some things couldn’t be forced.
The party venue was already crowded when I arrived. I’d deliberately come thirty minutes after the official start time, hoping to avoid the awkward early moments when everyone was still figuring out how to act.
The strategy worked perfectly. By the time I walked through the doors, people were deep in conversations, drinks were flowing, and the social dynamics had settled into familiar patterns.
What I hadn’t expected was how those patterns would shift when people noticed me.
“Paige!” Mrs. Henderson, one of our oldest clients, approached with a bright smile. “Congratulations, dear. What a wonderful surprise.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Henderson.”
“I have to admit, when I first heard the news, I was a bit… well, surprised might be an understatement.”
Here we go, I thought.
“But then I remembered our conversation last year about the shipping delays and how you handled that situation so smoothly. I should have realized then that you were more than just a pretty face behind the reception desk.”
“I appreciate that.”
“Your grandfather made the right choice,” she said. “Sometimes the best leaders come from unexpected places.”
She moved on to talk to someone else, leaving me feeling cautiously optimistic.
That optimism lasted about five minutes.
“Well, well,” a voice behind me said, “if it isn’t the surprise CEO.”
I turned to see Robert Crawford, one of our biggest investors, holding a martini and wearing the kind of smile that wasn’t really a smile.
“Mr. Crawford,” I said. “Thank you for coming.”
“Wouldn’t miss it. Though I have to say, your grandfather’s announcement caught everyone off guard.”
“Change often does.”
“Indeed.” He sipped his drink, studying me like I was a problem he needed to solve. “You know, I’ve been doing business with this company for fifteen years. In all that time, I don’t think I’ve had a single conversation with you about strategy, vision, or long-term planning.”
“That’s because I was learning the business,” I said, “not planning it.”
“Ah.” Another sip. “And now you feel ready to plan it.”
The question was loaded with skepticism.
“Mr. Crawford, our quarterly performance has improved 23% since I took over. Our client satisfaction scores are at an all-time high. Our operational efficiency has increased across every department. Does that answer your question about my readiness?”
He blinked, clearly not expecting such a direct response.
“Well,” he said after a moment, “I suppose results do speak for themselves.”
“They do indeed.”
As he walked away, I noticed other people watching our exchange. Some looked impressed. Others looked concerned. All of them were definitely paying attention.
I moved through the party for the next hour, having similar conversations. Some people were genuinely supportive. Others were politely skeptical. A few were openly dismissive—until I mentioned specific improvements I’d made that had affected their business relationships with us.
But the most interesting part was watching how my family navigated the evening.
Mom and Dad moved through the crowd like seasoned politicians, smoothly redirecting conversations away from uncomfortable topics and toward safe ground. Marcus worked his network with practiced ease, talking about financial projections and market opportunities.
And then there was the moment when everything changed.
I was talking to a group of board members about our expansion plans when I heard my mother’s voice over the sound system.
“Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention, please.”
The crowd gradually quieted and turned toward the small stage at the front of the room.
“Thank you all for being here tonight to celebrate my father-in-law’s incredible career and the bright future of Montgomery Industries.”
Standard opening. Nothing surprising.
“Forty years ago, William Montgomery started this company with a vision of excellence, integrity, and family values. Tonight, we’re here to celebrate the continuation of that vision under new leadership.”
I felt my stomach start to clench.
“This transition represents not just a change in management, but a passing of the torch to the next generation—a generation that understands both the legacy they’re inheriting and the responsibility that comes with it.”
She paused, looking out over the crowd.
“I’m proud to say that Montgomery Industries will continue to thrive under the guidance of people who have been raised with our values, educated in our traditions, and prepared for this moment their entire lives.”
Oh no.
“Tonight begins a new era for our company—an era led by the true successors to William Montgomery’s vision. The people who were born to carry this legacy forward.”
She gestured toward Marcus, who was standing near the stage.
“Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming the next generation of Montgomery leadership.”
The applause was enthusiastic. Marcus smiled and waved, looking slightly confused about why he was being spotlighted.
But Mom wasn’t finished.
“These young leaders have spent years preparing for this responsibility. They understand that success isn’t just about profit, but about people, about community, about maintaining the standards that have made Montgomery Industries the respected company it is today.”
I stood frozen in the middle of the crowd, watching my mother systematically erase my existence from the narrative of my own success.
“Today begins the era of the true successors.”
More applause. More smiles. More people turning to congratulate Marcus on his promotion while I stood there invisible.
That’s when I felt a hand on my shoulder.
Grandpa was standing behind me, and he did not look happy.
“Time to fix this,” he said quietly.
And for the first time in weeks, I felt truly ready for what came next.
Grandpa didn’t wait for Mom’s speech to end. He walked straight to the stage, his presence commanding enough that people automatically moved aside.
Mom saw him coming and faltered mid-sentence.
“Thank you, Patricia,” Grandpa said gently but firmly, taking the microphone from her hands. “That was… interesting.”
The room buzzed with confused energy. This wasn’t part of the planned program.
“Good evening, everyone. I apologize for the interruption, but it seems there’s been some confusion about tonight’s purpose.”
Mom stepped back, her face flushing red.
“Three weeks ago, I announced that my granddaughter, Paige, would be taking over as CEO of Montgomery Industries. Tonight was supposed to be a celebration of that transition.”
Murmurs rippled through the crowd. People started looking around, searching for me.
“However,” Grandpa continued, his voice carrying easily over the room, “it appears some family members are having difficulty accepting this reality.”
The murmurs got louder. This was not the polite, sanitized family celebration people had expected.
“So let me be absolutely clear about something: Paige Montgomery is the CEO of this company. Not because she’s my granddaughter, but because she’s the most qualified person for the job. Period.”
I felt hundreds of eyes searching for me in the crowd.
“Over the past three years, while others were preparing for leadership through meetings and presentations, Paige was earning it through results. She identified and solved problems that saved this company millions of dollars. She built relationships with employees based on competence, not authority. She learned every aspect of our business from the ground up.”
His voice grew stronger, more forceful.
“The quarterly improvements you’ve all benefited from? That was Paige’s work. The efficiency increases that have made your partnerships with us more profitable? Paige’s innovations. The quality improvements that have enhanced our reputation? Paige’s solutions.”
The room was completely silent now.
“And tonight, instead of celebrating those accomplishments, some members of my family have chosen to pretend they never happened.”
He looked directly at Mom and Dad.
“That ends now.”
Grandpa gestured toward where I was standing.
“Paige, would you please join me?”
The crowd parted as I walked toward the stage, my heart pounding, but my steps steady. As I climbed the few stairs to the platform, I could feel the weight of every person’s attention.
Grandpa handed me the microphone.
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