THREADS OF AMBITION: CORIOLANUS SNOW

STILL A BIG DAY

"Thank you, Headmaster Highbottom, for that introduction," I say as I reach the podium, shaking his hand. "I must admit, I didn't anticipate getting called out like that, but I suppose it's a fitting testament to my impeccable timing. I wrote this speech about an hour ago, so let's see how it goes."

The audience chuckles along with me, and I dive into the heart of my speech. "When I started this journey, I thought school was about academics. Little did I know, it was about something else entirely. It was about embracing what made me unique, even if that meant being labeled 'crazy.'"

I share a sly smile with the crowd. "Crazy, in my world, just meant I was being creative. And that same creativity is now the face of Vendetta, a brand that's poised to hit runways next season."

Pausing for effect, I continue, "I've learned that you lose nothing by asking. Whether it's for a deadline extension or the opportunity to redefine what 'crazy' means, asking opens doors and creates possibilities."

"As we stand on the brink of the unknown, let's talk about something equally important – finding friends. In a world that's vast and unpredictable, we need companions who resonate with our weirdness and appreciate our quirks."

I look across the sea of faces, each representing a potential connection. "Learn where you can, from those around you. Surround yourself with people who uplift you, challenge you, and make you better. But remember, in this vast tapestry of personalities, you might encounter differences. That's where compromise comes in."

"Compromise doesn't mean sacrificing who you are; it's about understanding and adapting. Embrace the diversity of thought and experience, for it's the thread that weaves the rich fabric of friendship."

Leaning in a bit, I offer a heartfelt piece of advice. "Never settle for anything less than what you want. Life is too short to compromise on your dreams, your values, or the people you choose to walk this journey with. Find those who resonate with your soul, who understand your language, and who stand by you through thick and thin."

As my speech resonates with the crowd, I express gratitude to Highbottom for pushing me. "Thank you all for sharing this moment with me, and remember, it's okay to be a little crazy. It's what makes each of us unique and sets us apart. Congratulations, Class of whatever-year-it-is, we made it!" The applause and cheers follow, and I step away from the podium, feeling a mix of accomplishment and relief.

As the laughter echoes through the auditorium, Gaul grins and jests, "Well, I guess we now know the secret to success – last-minute brilliance! Cordelia, you've certainly set the bar high for impromptu excellence."

She pauses for a moment, scanning the graduates with a twinkle in her eye. "In all seriousness, though, I've seen incredible growth and determination in this class. Each one of you has a unique story to tell, and I'm confident that you're ready for the adventures that lie ahead."

"Without further ado," Gaul declares with a flourish, "I present to you the Class of Unforgettable-Year! (They were forgotten) May your futures be as bright and bold as the paths you've chosen. Congratulations!" The applause erupts once again, signaling the official end of their academic journey.

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After graduating from the academy, my parents took me home, where our chef prepared my favorite food.

Content with the outcome, I sat quietly at the kitchen table with my parents, focused on devouring my favorite pasta and contemplating a few changes to my dress.

"Honey?" I heard my mother call out, looking between my father and me. I looked up from my plate, meeting her gaze.

"I've spoken to your father regarding Vendetta," she stated, and I pursed my lips, anticipating an argument.

Noticing my unease, my father said, "Your mother and I are very proud of you. Your speech today made us realize this isn't a silly dream."

Surprised, I looked at them and said, "Thank you for saying that. I appreciate it."

"I'm sorry," my mother suddenly said, "I was being close-minded. I lost focus on everything with the company."

She began to ramble and then cut herself off, saying, "My point is, you've done something extraordinary. If this is what you love, Cordelia, I think you should go for it."

"Thank you, Mom-" I started.

She cut me off, "Which is why we're giving you funds to expand your business."

They both decided to invest in me. Looking between them, I realized they were taking a risk. Vendetta was always worth it to me, but they believed in me, not just the business.

They expected nothing in return. They were truly supporting what I believed in, making me slightly teary-eyed.

"I don't know what to say," I admitted, wiping a rogue tear off my cheek.

"You don't have to say anything," my father said. "You're our kiddo."

"Thank you," I said with emotional intensity. "I have an idea."

"I would much rather invest those funds so that they return to you," I said, business mode kicking in. "I'd like you to fund protective gear made by us for your employees. You'll charge an initial distribution fee for the materials and lower the replacement cost, while I produce the uniforms."

My dad looked at me in question, also getting into business mode. "We have over 100 thousand members. Would you be able to supply the demand?"

Thinking for a moment, I replied, "We recently purchased a warehouse up in D12."

District 12 was the cheapest piece of land I could find. "This warehouse should sustain itself in addition to supporting the demand for four factories. We would need to implement this new procedure in a timely manner for all 13 factories to be fully operational with uniforms."

"Transport of these goods wouldn't be an issue," my dad said, impressed. "Labor?"

"We'd recruit in the poverty-stricken areas where employment is heavily sought after," I explained.

"You have yourself a deal," Dad said with a smile. I smiled back, grateful. "I'll draft the contract."

"Very well," he said, getting back to his food.

"We're getting ice cream after this," my mom announced, always having had a sweet tooth. My father looked at her with admiration. "Yes, of course, to celebrate."

"I'd like that very much," I said with a smile.