Today was a short day, and Scarlet felt utter relief as the carriage swayed gently during its journey home. The morning had been filled with a few meetings, and while stressful, they had ultimately been successful. She had secured key business deals and opened a new line of business. All in all, it was a very productive day.
Scarlet had gone to great lengths to diversify her endeavors, avoiding the mistake of putting all her efforts into one area. This was the key to maintaining control. With her businesses so spread out, it would be difficult for her paternal family to wrest control from her. The extensive reach of her resources also allowed her to monitor any probing attempts from her family at her defenses. Though she was fairly certain she had them where she wanted, having even more leverage would help when the time came to take them down.
She watched as the scenery changed, her carriage entering 'Little Village'—a section of brownstone homes she had bought and refurbished. Scarlet had transformed this once dilapidated and dangerous area into a thriving shopping and residential space. A part of her felt proud of what she had accomplished here. The location was perfect, nestled between the aero port, train station, and docks. It had become a vibrant hub, close to everything.
The bottom floors of all the brownstones had been converted into a diverse array of shops, offering various goods and services. The second floors served as storage for the shops below, offices for clerical businesses, or as apartments. Having everything so close made the area convenient and bustling. She had ensured the neighborhood was well-guarded, deterring most thieves, and had included both public and private courtyards where people could gather—spaces for different groups to meet and enjoy themselves. If she’d had more experience back then, she might have acquired even more real estate, but for now, she was content with what she controlled.
Scarlet shifted slightly, making sure she was far enough from the carriage window to avoid being seen. She traveled in a plain carriage, preferring not to draw attention to herself on the way home. As the ride continued, she listened to the comforting sounds of the carriage wheels turning and watched the people going about their day. After a while, the sound of children’s laughter reached her ears, and as they rounded a bend, her home came into view.
She spotted her imps playing with the local children—they seemed to be playing cricket. Delighted laughter filled the air, and she felt the fatigue in her shoulders begin to melt away. She was home. She was with her imps, able to watch the neighborhood kids play. It was what she had always wanted for herself—a free, pleasant childhood without the burdens of the world—but if she couldn’t have it, she was happy to see others enjoying it. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she murmured, "I'm glad someone else can experience this peace."