“This scare…” I breathed heavily, looking around at them. “It made me realize something. Life is fragile. Too fragile.”
“Dad, you should
rest,” Preston stammered, looking sick to his stomach.
“No,” I raised a hand. “No more resting. Next week is our 40th wedding anniversary. I was going to keep it a surprise, but… I’ve rented the grand ballroom at the St. Regis. I’m launching the Sterling Family Foundation.” I looked directly into Eleanor’s panicked eyes. “I want everyone there. The board, the politicians, our friends. And Pastor Marcus, of course. I want everyone present when I officially step down and transfer power to the next generation.”
I smiled. A weak, tired, old man’s smile.
“I want everyone to get exactly what they deserve.”
They exhaled. They smiled back. The fools thought they had won.
The week leading up to the gala was a masterclass in deception. I played the frail, compliant husband to perfection. I let Eleanor guide me by the arm. I let Preston talk over me at dinner. I