For a long time, life was good. Better than good. The company grew steadily, then quickly, and Alexis grew with it. She handled the books, the contracts, vendor payments, timelines—everything that kept the machine running. Vincent handled the vision. The rooms full of people. The confidence that made others believe. Together, they felt unstoppable.
Tyler came not long after. Their son. Small, loud, perfect. Alexis worked with him asleep on her chest, learned to type one-handed, learned which cries could wait and which couldn’t. Money wasn’t endless, but it was enough.