My parents threw me out at twelve for bad grades—years later, they mocked me outside my own company, still not knowing who I had become

employees instantly looked uncomfortable.

Rachel crossed her arms with pride. “Dad told us you somehow work here.”

I almost smiled.

Somehow. Interesting choice of word.

Then Rachel added proudly, “Actually, I’m here for my promotion interview.”

That caught my attention.

I looked at her carefully.

Rachel worked in NexusLoop’s regional administration department.continue reading …