The Unfolding of Sarah

Previously

…Sarah would chuckle, the sound a little lighter than it used to be. “Yes, darling, I suppose he’s my furry, purring, report-squashing muse.” Her work at Sterling Corp, while still demanding, felt less like a battlefield and more like a well-oiled machine that she, with her newfound poetic perspective, could now navigate with a certain detached amusement. Mr. Abernathy, that bastion of corporate stoicism, had, in his own taciturn way, acknowledged her contributions. He’d even, during a particularly tense budget meeting, offered a curt nod of approval when Sarah, in a moment of inspired clarity, had translated