The farcical storm that had nearly upended the Lacy Corporation finally began to dissipate, leaving behind a heavy, vibrating silence in its wake. The disgraced members of the the Lacy family—the aunts, uncles, and cousins who had arrived with the arrogance of conquerors—were now retreating like beaten curs. Their exit was a miserable procession of slumped shoulders and avoids gazes.
They had marched into the building with the intent of stripping Sarah Lacy of her dignity, fueled by the conviction that the company was a sinking ship. They hadn't just failed to reclaim their shares; they had stood by as witnesses to a coronation. Sarah Lacy, the woman they had spent years belittling as a mere "senior project director" and a family outcast, was now the undisputed Matriarch of the the Lacy f
