The Unfolding of Sarah

Previously

…Sarah laughed, a genuine, unrestrained sound. “No banners, Mark. But thank you.” She looked back at the stage, a sense of exhilaration coursing through her. The fear was still there, a faint tremor beneath the surface, but it was no longer in control. She had faced her audience, her boss, her own insecurities, and she had emerged not unscathed, but undeniably stronger, and infinitely more herself. The executive’s daily ballet had a new, vibrant choreography, and the music was a delightful, unexpected rhythm of verse and laughter. The journey from burnt toast to poetic acclaim had just begun, and Sarah, the businesswoman with a secret life of rhyme, was ready for her encore.