From Funeral Home to Fortune: A Thompson's Rise

casual, almost bored. "Sarah, darling

omach churning. She

ld and impersonal, much like the man himse

hings have... changed. My father feels, and I agree, that our engageme

t meet

it off?" she asked,

s lips. "Not entirely. I' m going to marry Brittany Davenport. It'

can' t still be... close. I' ve found a lovely condo downtown, very discreet. I' ll furnish it however you l

ch a demeaning offer. She wanted to scream, to slap that smug look off his face. Instead, she feigned con

r time. But don' t take too long." He c

n house. Men began unloading boxes – a ridiculously expensive handbag, a diamond tennis bracel

florist and a boutique gift shop. They carried in several beautifully wrapped packages, addressed to Sarah

red in, Brittany Davenport clinging to his a

s mother in the hallway. "Just wanted to make sure Sarah' s being taken care of.

dramatically. "Isn' t it just gorgeo

s smile was tig

ked my father' s firm – and me personally – with overseeing security and logistics for a special announcement. Some young lady fr

ed, her mind raci