My Sister Cleared My Office Without Knowing I Owned the Building

moved.

Keith the plant sat there, dusty and judgmental.

Victoria looked at me, and for one second she wasn’t my sister the empire builder. She was eight years old again, caught with my Halloween candy under her bed, eyes wet because getting caught felt worse to her than doing it.

Then she fixed her face.

“I had a key code.”

Sarah nodded. “Your administrator’s continue reading …