Joanne's mouth opened, but no words came out.
She had thought about building a logistics empire before. It had always been a daydream, something she would let her mind wander to during quiet moments—but nothing she had ever seriously considered.
She preferred the farm. The steady rhythm of it. The simplicity.
Yet Philip's words struck something deep inside her.
Because he believed she could do it. And suddenly, she felt like she could, too.
She swallowed, her voice steady but thoughtful. "I'll think about it."
It wasn't false modesty. It was a promise to herself, actually to consider it.
Because if she wanted to expand, she would need funds. Planes and ships weren't just expensive, they were monumental investments. She would need offices in major cities, near ports, in key locations.
She needed a plan.
Philip, however, was completely unfazed.
"I'll fix you with someone," he said casually, as if it were as simple as setting up a lunch meeting.
Joanne froze.
