Isabella’s POVThe funeral was exactly what I expected and nothing that I wanted.It was large and filled with people who had perfected the art of looking sad while thinking about how to end their enemy.Black cars lined the driveway of the estate and security stood at every corner while politicians, investors, board members, and distant relatives stepped out in tailored grief and expensive sunglasses. Every handshake lasted half a second too long and every hug felt rehearsed.I stood near the front beside the casket, dressed in black from head to toe. My hair pulled back, my face calm. I had practiced that face since I was ten years old and it never failed me.“I am so sorry for your loss,” one senator said as he squeezed my hand.“Thank you for coming,” I replied.Your presence will be remembered when votes are needed, I thought, but I did not say it.A woman from one of our partner firms leaned closer and whispered, “Your grandfather always spoke highly of you.”I nodded, remembe
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