My Sister Cleared My Office Without Knowing I Owned the Building

an empire.

Our family loved that word when it came from her.

Empire.

When it came from me, my work was “that consulting thing.”

She stepped inside before I invited her.

“You can keep the desk by the window,” she said, as if she was being generous. “We’ll use the rest for overflow.”

“No,” I said. “This is my office. I pay rent for this space.”

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