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The day I officially became co–CEO of Holt Group, the board passed a joint executive structure: two CEOs, with any major decisions requiring both of our signatures. Id underestimated Julian’s ambition.
He wasn’t nearly as invested in the role as he seemed. Citing his health, he first recommended my father as Chief Operating Officer, transferring day–to–day operations to him. Later, he even gave me full digital signing authority.
I loved strategizing acquisitions with him; there was a thrill in exchanging ideas with someone so sharp. Then, six months later, I discovered was pregnant. Julian became less involved in company matters, choosing instead to stay by my side. When I asked him about it, he’d simply say. “Your father’s got it; the Group’s in good hands.”
I thought he was a workaholic. I urged him to put more energy into the business, but Julian just laughed and brushed it off. “Not enough stamina, he’d say.
“Hot enough starpinā?” After the ambition he’d shown through years of illness? He’d come a long way since then.
As my ninth month approached, he took me to see the sunrise over the ocean. As the dawn light broke through the clouds, everything felt still calm, and breathtakingly beautiful.
I leaned into Julian’s arms, feeling a rare and perfect peace.
The day I officially became co–CEO of Holt Group, the board passed a joint executive structure, two CEOs, with any major decisions requiring both of our signatures. Id underestimated Julian’s ambition
He wasn’t nearly as invested in the role as he seemed. Citing his health, he first recontmended my father as Chief Operating Officer, Cansferring day to day operations to him. Later, he even gave me full digital signing authority
Mound strategizing agwanttons with him; there was a thrill in mechanging Ideas with someone so sharp. Then, six months later, I discovered t was pregnant. Autan became less involved in company matters, choosing instead to stay by my side. When I asked him about, hald simply say, “Your father’s got at the Group’s in good hands.
I thought he was a workaholic. urged him to put more energy into the business, but Julian just laughed and brushed it off. “Not enough stamina,“he’d say.
“Not enough stamina?” After the ambitioned shown through years of illness? He’d come a long way since then.
As my ninth month approached, he took me to see the sunrise over the ocean. At the dawn light broke through the clouds, everything felt st, alm, and breathtakingly beautiful.
I leaned into Julian’s arms, feeling a rare and perfect peace.
The End
