From Funeral Home to Fortune: A Thompson's Rise

in the dim study, her father' s books li

ice thin. "He' s a good man, Sarah. Your father... he ad

worry etched around her eyes, the fe

, Mother," Sarah said, her

"Sarah, are you sure? So soon

nd I want to move to California, with him." She paused, then added, "I also want the

then concern in her mother

ld handle the announcement. We can offer it to them, as a... favor. A high-profile event. They wouldn'

e your father' s daughter, Sarah. Strong. Bu

on name still means something. And to build a new life, away from... all this." She couldn' t bring h

ver the city, impassive, eternal. She had kept her plans from Ethan, from everyone except her mother and now, implicitly, the President' s office, which she would c

only his ambition, his carefully constructed charm. The memory of his overheard words, "yesterday's news," echoed in the quiet space. She closed her eyes, letting the pain wash over