Chapter 1 – The Wrong Career
Theo Sterling announced his decision to become a public school teacher at a family dinner in Manhattan, three weeks after finishing his master’s in education, and watched his father’s face shift from polite curiosity into something considerably colder within the span of a single sentence.
“You’re joking,” Charles Sterling said, setting down his fork with the particular precision of a man carefully controlling his reaction. “Sterling Capital has a spot waiting for you. Your grandfather built that firm. Your sister’s already a managing director there. And you want to teach fifth graders in the Bronx.”
“I want to teach,” Theo said, holding his ground despite the familiar weight of his father’s disappointment settling over the table. “It’s not a rejection of the family, Dad. It’s just not what I want to spend my life doing.”
“It’s a rejection of everything this family has built for four generations,” Charles said, his voice tightening. “I won’t pretend otherwise, and I won’t pretend I’m not deeply disappointed in this choice.”
The relationship between Theo and his father never fully recovered from that dinner. Charles attended his teaching certification ceremony out of obligation rather than pride, and the two men settled, over the following years, into a stilted, infrequent correspondence that bore little resemblance to the closeness Theo remembered from childhood.
Theo’s sister, Audrey, who had joined Sterling Capital immediately after business school exactly as their father had hoped, occasionally passed along updates about their father’s continued disappointment, delivered with a mixture of genuine sympathy and quiet relief that she herself had avoided becoming its target.
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