My parents demanded I hand over the $30,000 I’d saved for college so my sister could get an apartment. When I refused, my mom screamed, “Drop out, give your savings to your sister, and stay home to clean!”

Then Brooke froze. “Natalie?” she blurted. “What are you doing here?”

Donna smirked. “Interviewing?” she asked sweetly. “Cleaning entrance is in the back.”

Rick chuckled.

I looked up at the polished building behind me. The silver letters read:

HARTWELL TECHNOLOGIES — CORPORATE HQ.

I clipped my badge onto my blazer where they could see it.

SOFTWARE ENGINEER — NATALIE PIERCE.

Their laughter evaporated.

My father’s grin stalled. Brooke blinked rapidly. Donna’s smile became brittle.

“So you did something,” she said brightly.

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