The celebration at the Lacy home was warm in a way no luxury banquet could ever match.
Sydney Katic Lacy had filled the small dining table with six home-cooked dishes and two bottles of grain wine. The room smelled of ginger, soy, and steam instead of polished marble and boardroom perfume. After the storm that had swallowed the Lacy family for years, that ordinary meal felt extravagant. Matthew Powell sat quietly beside Sarah and watched his wife laugh with her parents and daughter, and for a while he allowed himself to believe that the war had finally retreated from his door.
As the meal went on, Billy Lacy grew flushed with drink, and Sarah seized the chance to tell him what had been on her mind all evening. Now that she had taken control of the Lacy Corporation, she wanted him to quit
