Chapter 7 – The Sign She Changed
Diana kept the remaining five dealerships, renaming the company Hartwell Auto Group within the year — her father’s name, finally, on the sign that had displayed someone else’s for over two decades.
The rebrand was, by any measure, a success. Employees who had quietly respected Diana’s competence for years, even while assuming Walter held the real authority, found themselves working for a leader who no longer needed to share credit for decisions she’d always actually been making.
“I should have put my own name on it from the start,” Diana told her daughter, over dinner one evening, watching the new sign go up outside the flagship location. “I told myself it didn’t matter, whose name was out front, as long as the business survived. I think I was wrong about that.”
“You’re not wrong now,” her daughter said, gesturing toward the illuminated Hartwell Auto Group sign glowing over the lot. “Looks pretty right to me.”
Diana watched the sign for a long moment, twenty-two years of quiet, unacknowledged work finally, visibly, hers.
“Yes,” she said. “I think it finally does.”
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