The august visitor

Sherly sat in her room, her mind wandering as she sifted through the papers scattered on her bed. The evening sun cast a warm glow through the window, but her thoughts were far from the peaceful scene outside. The offer her father, Mr. Clinton Jarvis, had made earlier that day weighed heavily on her mind.

"Join the company, Sherly," her father had said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. "We could use someone with your skills and vision."

At first, Sherly hadn't given much thought to her father's company. She had always been more focused on her own ambitions, her own dreams. The idea of working alongside her father hadn't seemed appealing, and she had been reluctant to entertain the idea.