«Take the bus. We’re buying your brother a Tesla,» Dad said. At graduation, the dean announced, «And now, our youngest billionaire graduate…» My parents dropped their programs…

As I turned to leave, Dad caught my arm. We were so wrong about you. So focused on the wrong things.

Yes you were, I agreed. But here’s the thing about success, Dad. It doesn’t need anyone’s permission or approval.

It just needs vision and determination. I handed him a business card, sleek, black, with just my name and CO Walker Tech Enterprises in silver. Tonight, 7pm at my penthouse.

The driver knows the way. And Andrew. I called over my shoulder.

You might want to park that Tesla around back. The security team needs the front spaces for the Forbes photoshoot. As I walked away, surrounded by executives and reporters, I heard Andrew mutter, I can’t believe my little sister is a billionaire.

I smiled, remembering all the times they dismissed me, underestimated me, ignored my potential. Sometimes the best revenge isn’t proving people wrong. It’s becoming so incredibly right that they can never see you the same way again.

That evening, as my family sat in my penthouse, still processing the day’s revelations, I raised my glass in a toast. To taking the bus and building an empire while everyone else was showing off their cars. The view of Stanford from my windows was spectacular.

But the view of my family’s changed perspective? That was priceless.