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A/N: With our deepest gratitude to this ficās primary author, @dkc2017 , for everything youāve done for this fandom š - @trying-to-get-somewhere-real and I loved getting to play in the sandbox you created and add a few final scenes of our own to bring this fic to the world. Happy holidays!
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June 1966
The first time Judith Jones sat alone behind the formidable desk in the wood-paneled office with the extraordinary view that once belonged to the woman who had most shaped her career, she wept. Blanche Knopf was gone.
āOh, Blanche,ā she breathed, tears welling in her eyes. āThis will never feel right without you.ā
It had never been part of Judithās plan to climb the ladder in the publishing industry. It certainly had never been her plan to do so without Blanche. In fact, without Blanche she was questioning whether she wanted to be in publishing at all. Maybe it was time to move to Vermont once and for all. Yet she owed Blanche this muchāto try. And, at Blancheās insistence, if not the new vice president of Knopf, it meant stepping into shoes she was unprepared to inhabit.
The ringing phone startled her. She quickly grabbed for a tissue, dabbed at her eyes, and cleared her throat before answering, āThis is Judith.ā The familiar words felt new and unpracticed after days of fumbling silently and unmoored through the world.
